Pablo Neruda
Nobody asked you, Don’t even talk too much
Whatever you do, Don’t even fucking judge
Ever miss someone, And you can’t even get in touch
If you is my fan, Just know I love you so much
Do a free show, for my old hoes, where my bitch tho
And I’m so fly no heathrow
Gipsy in this bitch yeah you dun know
On my ghost mode no Phyno
Shout my nigga Rex Ade Fetty Mofe Kay
They’ll do anything if I say so
Papa I’m a rapper
And I big die Micheal dapper
Wang Alexander
Yeah I got hoes I’m a farmer
Kappa, cop her dolce and gabbana
And her ass fat, she a clapper
Skeng call her Messi, cause I back her
Pull up with a hammer, move like the president obama
All about my bread no bama
She want my banana
I gave her banana
Got a kid for me
She want find me I vanished ABRACADABRA
I don’t even fuck with no pauper
Shank him proper, strike like drogba
Well known chopper gold no copper
Anything she wants or need I cop her
Everything she knows I taught her
She got good head she a nasty topper
All my niggas step all out in formation like 442
With a 4man crew and the 4 man step in a 4 man coupe if you get man vexed I’ll get man screwed
If you like jet li then I like banku
Dance like poco lee when my boys catch you but it’s not shaku we’ll just shank you who the fuck are you
She sending me nudes on snap, who would have thought that it was trap
It was a trap but I didn’t know
Codeine making me slow, you is a nasty little hoe
So cold I can make it snow
Pushing that white, kilo
Money in my pillow
Shout out my guys Amigo, in Bismarck archipelago
Say she want roll with the gang, oh no
Go return all the things you borrow
Say she loves me, oh no
But the eyes don’t lie, Chico
I’m on top of the world top of world I’m on top of the world
Furthermore, young nigga rich like that body na jewelry store, I ain’t gone fall
I ain’t gone never fall yeah I did but not anymore
Nigga no dey form anymore, nigga no dey talk anymore
Why you stressing me, stop vexing me
Can’t act like what u saying makes sense to me
No offense to me, your girl pecking me
Say my lines, bu  buzzing than a bee
I ain’t stopping g, till I make my ma mama proud of me
Bitches follow me, labels calling me (call)
Wanna call me to your show pay advance fee
Nigga on a shopping spree Working on a law degree
Nigga I’m a prodigy,  your girlfriend getting fond of me
Back that ass, twerk twerk it all on me
This shit ain’t ordinary, you make sense you should be in the dictionary
I don’t get confused, don’t call a truce
I don’t say excuse, spill his juice
Boy your girlfriend so loose, dey seduce
Wet him up leave a bruise, lee like Bruce