My Shit

I know some bitches who ain't wanna f*ck back then But now I'm up, what's the difference? I know I'm gifted But it ain't Christmas Well she ain't listen And this bitch is broke as f*ck Can't pay attention Let's go Pape FC I took the money And nicknamed it chicken Hit the skatepark But this bitch confused me I ain't trickin In the kitchen with my crocs F*ck that shit I aint slippin Want the pussy she could leave And I bet I won't miss it If my dick touch her teeth Then her lips I won't kiss em If my bro fucked up Guaranteed that I'll go get 'em We ain't have to run the team We like Steve Kerr and Pippen All these bitches on us And we didn't have to pimp them Whew whew whew whew whew whew I'm tired This bitch f*ck me good She need a job And she's hired And you got on Fear Of God I got on My Shit And I'm flyer Runnin laps around these niggas Got me fucking tired I know some bitches who ain't wanna f*ck back then But now I'm up, what's the difference? I know I'm gifted But it ain't Christmas Well she ain't listen And this bitch is broke as f*ck Can't pay attention Let's go Pape FC I took the money And nicknamed it chicken Hit the skatepark But this bitch confused me I ain't trickin In the kitchen with my crocs F*ck that shit I aint slippin Want the pussy she could leave And I bet I won't miss it