Happy

Wearing tight jeans Like she can fit that ass in She got too much on her mind Still, she wants my white dick I got plans I got bills That I gotta pay Like my data Otherwise, I can't afford to say All the things I wanna Got ties in east Atlanta Got ties from here to Tampa She gone switch like Hannah Right now she being crazy She always calls me lazy I'm too busy writing bars Feels like she gonna chase me Like baby, I don't care Switch up like Gokus hair She made sure I'm aware She got no underwear Man what a nice dream See me on your screens Listen when you sleep Put this shit on repeat I tried to switch up my flows Like DaBaby doesn't I tried to buy a couple puppies But they come in dozens I know she jealous of the way That my neck is frozen She's the type of girl who Says she'd wanna fuck McLovin' She wanna cook me something Ooo I fucking love it But she burnt the bottom And she broke my oven Baby if you can't cook, don't try to Now order something nice, like the rest do I know I listen back When I'm fucking famous And think, what the fuck Was I thinking when I wrote this Well to my future self I hope you doing well I hope you got some grammy's I hope you got a girl And not a gold digger I mean a nice one That Margot Robbie Megan Fox, type fly one I hope you fucking happy I know right now I'm not And if you stressing out Take a break, you gotta stop I know she needs me bad But I'm at summer camp I'm with the homies doing donuts In a minivan I know they wanna fly me out to smoke In Amsterdam But I don't like drugs and I'd rather Make all of these fucking M's You say I'm basic but You ain't looking to the future I'm make a million before You buy your first Corolla I know you ain't got talent But now its bout the action If you shocking and you crazy Then you bound to get reactions I understand the tactics They never work for me I guess I'm cursed, or something worse I'm under scrutiny I pour a glass of vodka I down it till I'm fucked She wanna blow the pipe Well girl you are in luck You see, I understand The underlying problem These bitches got some issues But they never wanna solve em I don't like going parties I don't plan to go I'm smoking on this ganja And I've been snorting snow The drugs are in my system I'm ready for the show I'd leave my friends All my homies for a fucking hoe That's just what I do I'm not a good guy She wanna know where I'm going And I said sky high I know they gonna laugh But they won't push me back They gone listen in a year And say they like these raps Over my new stuff That's just what they do They make you famous Then complain when everyone loves you I mean it's funny ain't it How my life is If you call me when I'm famous I won't give a shit I ain't giving in Maybe I'll let it go Forgive you one more time And let you at my shows Until then I won't keep you close You can listen to my raps From your iPhone Something big is brewing I know a storm is coming I'll see you when it happens There's more to this than rapping

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