Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip
One in the head
Ten in the clip
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone
'Cause you could get hit
I call Ace Makaveli, got treesh in the 'telly
Shawty wan' fuck off a glass of some Henny
Don't call my phone, got the feds on my celly
Flight to Miami, put dick in her belly
Wanna make bread, tell her open up Welly
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I wish you were my lover
But you act so undercover
To love you, child, my whole life long
Be it right or be it wrong
I would love you anyway
Even if you cannot stay
I think you are the one for me
Here is where you ought to be
I want, I want, I want, but that's crazy
I want, I want, I want, and that's not me
I want, I want, I want, to be loved by you
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like 'I'm his wife'
Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life
I can't love no bitch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
That I'd fallen for a lie
You were never on my side
Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
The blood you bleed is just the blood you owe
Billie Eilish - No Time To DieSo you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy
Duh
I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
You love the Hell out of me
And Heaven's where we could be
I've stood on the edge of love
But never took the leap
Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin' me kisses
See us in sixty years with a full family tree
Give my blood, sweat, and tears to reach our destiny
'Cause love is a minefield, let's take this war, baby
'Cause at the end of it all, I choose you and you choose me
Girl, I've been thinkin' 'bout this relationship
And I wanna know is this as good as it gets?
'Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times
But it was our time, even if it was part-time
I met so many men and it's like they're all the same
My appetite for loving is now my hunger pain
And when I'm feeling sexy, who's gonna comfort me?
My only problem is their insecurity
If I wasn't a, eight-figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me
If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya
Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it
Where would I be without my baby?
The thought alone might break me
And I don't wanna go crazy
But every thug needs a lady
I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby, be mine
California Love is what you crave, so on you grave
It's gonna read: 'Here lie 50, who snitched on many
That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny'
And Murder Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
Now you street promotin' the dick game is potent
'Cause in the bed a nigga go hard like Jordan
When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk
Got that thing that I can't deny
Killing me soft with the big brown eyes
Such a violent thing, would you let me know
Knocking me down like a domino
Oh, don't tell your mama what you're doing tonight
Twenty-four hours ago you got that look in your eyes
Don't need your number, 'cause I know you be there
Up in the light and the beat don't lie, we're crystal clear
I know you're dying to meet me
But I can just tell you this
Baby, as soon as you meet me
You'll wish that you never did
We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana
I wanna start this out and say
I gotta get it off my chest
Got no anger, got no malice
Just a little bit of regret
But you're not half the man you think that you are
And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls, and cars
I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you
'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you
It’s so tight, he think he slipped in my butt
I don't swallow Plan B, I just swallow the nut
This bitch said I'm the next big thing
Bitch, shut the fuck up and suck this big thing
Baby gave me mad face without the attitude
She gon' do it all for Chanel and Jimmy Choo
I'm the type to spend a bag on a handbag
Doesn't mean that we involved, she just gotta brag
Niggas lookin' up to me like I made it
I was down, you ain't care, now I'm up and they hate it
I hate waitin', but I had to be patient
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
Blow up your project, then take all your assets
In particular my beats travel like a vortex
Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
My deadly notes reign supreme, your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies in his own iniquity?
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats