Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me click
(Wanna fuck them kids, wanna fuck the world, wanna fuck them all, uh)
Yeah
Fuck them kids
Ain’t got nice words for none of them kids
What you heard ain’t what I said
You got snakes all in your camp
Yeah (Don’t, don’t)
Don’t make me untie my durag (Don’t, don’t)
Don’t make me send your ass to the gulag (Don’t, don’t)
Don’t make me open up my new bag (New bag)
Don’t make me eat it up like food stamps (Food stamps)
You ain’t mad at me, that’s hormones, bitch
Takin’ beans out the bag like cornhole, bitch
Mask on face like Zorro
Fuckin’ on dude lookin’ like Antonio, bitch
Never sign nothin’, who sold you those, bitch?
Let me build my portfolio, bitch
Gotta fight the urge
Fight the urge to talk my shit
Fight the urge to fuck your bitch
Fight the urge to keep gettin’ rich
Fight the—
Fight, fight, fight the urge
Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin’ rich, ah
See Doja Cat Live
Get tickets as low as $87
Cross that line, it’s a flat-line
And you out of time like a deadline
Somebody gon’ bleed red wine
If a nigga step on my landmine
Hope my guys don’t face (Fed time)
A renaissance god, I’m like Greg Hines
Speak my mind, it’s another headline
This blood look orange, call him Dev Hynes (Woo)
I don’t wear ESSENTIALS ’cause I’m quintessential
Influential on the instrumental
I’m intricate, the flow sentimental
I’m unconventional, the GRIM is mental
Yeah, I look like Thugnificent
Will someone tell the judge I’m innocent?
I peep how they tried to cancel him
Then resubscribe for the membership
Fight the urge, make them bite the curb
Might just strike a nerve
Not the type to wife a bird
I just might just buy a spur
So I can write your curse
Pop a nerve, I heard you like to swerve
Hahaha (Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Gotta fight the urge
Fight the urge to talk my shit
Fight the urge to fuck your bitch
Fight the urge to keep gettin’ rich
Fight the—
Fight, fight, fight the urge
Gotta fight the urge to keep gettin’ rich, ah
[Outro: Shawty Pimp]
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me click
Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt
Got me doing some stupid shit, monkey bitches make me click
