SMF

You a sad mo'fucka I ain't 'gone rap like a sad mo'fucka But I'm sad mo'fucka, and why mo'fucka? 'Cause we all just 'gone die mo'fucka So what mo'fucka, that's life mo'fucka I know, but I can't control when this world too cold That's the point mo'fucka Then what's your point mo'fucka Look, rapping like I ain't got a mother fucking fuck I hate that I'm cussing, busting a Chapelle if I'm missing Kiss a bitch could tell what she missing Don't care, won't buy you no Chanel Unless you shake your pastel Yeah, that's cake Look, I stay, don't date so don't play with my time I'm impatient I'm alien I'm ancient, you ain't You ain't You ain't Look, you talk shit Told my pops that you gossip He told me that that's toxic Worry about my pocket, my profits, and my locket Fuck about losses Unless she wanna fuck imma say I'm in the closet Fuck around and get big Fuck around and get rich If you ain't with the shit If you ain't with the shit imma tell yo ass to dip I'll be Audi in a bit, five thou when I split Gonna hit nine thou gonna be worthwhile They 'gone jock my style then go be in denial And I cannot smile but she like my smile And I cannot lie but you know I fly And I say I dance regular my stance Man, why you hate? Why yo head so dense? All that extra weight take you out like stems I could only wait Wait, nah Till I'm making mills you could say I stay up late Eat my bitch like steak you know she grade A Rotate my life call that shit BeyBlade When the sun align with me cop shades, bitch I said when the sun align with me cop shades, bitch You sad mo'fucka Goddamn You a sad mo'fucka See, I rapping like a sad motherfucker (I ain't rapping sad motherfucker) Shit, even when I'm sad mo'fucka I wanna be glad mo'fucka Glad I could even feel sad mo'fucka Glad I could feel that pain, mane Shit I don't know why I'm blue, dude I ain't seen enough blood, bruh It's like something missing at home (Mo) We linking up but feel solo Getting too high my eyes so low No high heels in my dojo Just high chins like fucking socks on a cholo Know it fucking sucks to be dolo Just gotta knuckle ann buck life 'Cause they give a fuck, now I don't I guess I'm accustomed to both sides Don't need some 'tussin to go outside Yeah, I want some lovin' but she just want luxury I'm trynna give something you cannot buy But bitches be tripping they can't abide Need me a honey to give me some sugar a sweet looking ass I could bite I don't want me can of diet Imma find me a Sacajawea Imma sign me a recording deal (Nah) Imma bring me a couple of friends Yeah, I'll come with the ones that are real She could call me a star, couldn't care less 'Cause she just want dick from Aquarius And I just want shit from the plug I'm too slick with this shit call me Harriette Money cool but I'm here for the W You sad mo'fucka You a sad mo'fucka See, I ain't even rapping sad mo'fucka I ain't rapping sad mo'fucka I ain't rapping sad mo'fucka Even when I'm (I ain't rapping sad mo'fucka) (I ain't rapping sad mo'fucka) Even when I'm sad mo'fucka Even when I'm sad mo'fucka Turn this sad shit off