[Intro]
What do gangsters do? (Cheat)
They cheat?
What else do gangsters do? (They eat you)
They eat you?
(They throw things on the floor)
Okay, so you are a gangster then (No, I am not)
(I'm not gangster, gangster, no, I am not)
(Gangster, stop calling me gangster)
What else do gangsters do? (Eat you)
What else? (Uh, they pee on you)
(No, they sneak up on people)
(Yeah, they pee on you, too)
(They sneak up on people to pee on you)

[Verse 1]
Mutha Melatonin, bitches sleepin' on me
Or better yet, I'm Mutha Molly
N***as geekin' on me
I got your daddy off that pack, you know I keep it on me
I'm with my bitches in the trap, know I don't fuck with phonies
He asked me if that pussy worth it, told him ask his homie
He tryna dig off in me raw and he don't even know me
Can't even judge him, man
It's cold out here, these n***as lonely
Don't waste your passion on a girl like me, I won't return it
I probably use that shit to light my fucking blunt
And use the ashes in a ritual
Now you can't get over me, it's spiritual
Cast me out, rebuke me, let's get biblical
Foamin' at the mouth, he need a physical
Your people movin' slow
They 'bout to have to plan your funeral
[Chorus]
I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it
I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it
I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons
I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas, yeah
I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it
I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it
I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons
I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas
I'm with whatever, n***a

[Verse 2]
You got issues with yourself, bitch
Fuck this rappin' shit, you really need some help, bitch
You done lost it
Livin' in the past, kiss my ass, I'm a boss bitch
Beefin' with yourself 'cause my shit premium, it costs, bitch
Yeah, I know you think a bitch beneath you
You think you better, but the proof is in the puddin'
Keep it pushin'
I don't bother n***as, n***as like to bother bbymutha
In your mouth like braces, let this pistol pop the rubber
Who you really mad at?
Shit, it need to be your people
Sent your ass out, got you thinkin' you my equal
Got you thinkin' that I'm feeble, come and test me
Call me what you want
Long as you know I'm still the best
I'm your superior, bitch
[Chorus]
I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it
I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it
I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons
I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas, yeah
I be talkin' shit, I swear to God, I mean it
I buss a nut all on his dick and make his girlfriend clean it
I know my mama prayin' for me, she don't like my demons
I know the reaper waitin' on me, let me grab my Adidas
I'm with whatever, n***a

[Outro]
(Bitch)
Yeah