( verse 2 $ilent-47 )
Huh
Ya bitch what she worth she a dime
She got a man, she know i don’t mind
He tryna be me, he can’t, you can try
Stevie wonder see it coming
Auto-pilot i’m too fly
Switch the flow, under world
No n***a narcissistic on the road
I feel on the bitch and i’m taking it slow
Pieces a paper a n***a would fold
Play with the dick soft to hard like it’s clay
I’m hurting the bitch but i want her to stay
She cleaning my mess with
Her hands like a maid
Equivalent to ya bitch’s edges get laid
No way out of the static like
A tv in space

( bridge )
Yeah
Fucking a bitch with double d’s
Fraud ass gun you packing double b’s
Family tree i’m fucking his niece
Slut on her knees
Thanksgiving
Cock a meal & she feast
I pass it to zach he killing the beat
Tripping on the bud like
A curb on the street