Confession

Bitch how you do this?

I call them hoes josh smith

She gon get the mils for this

That shoebox shit, over with

We the coaches in this

He dont have a problem with it

Keepin it, he can be mine real quick

Dont get to caught up in this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss

Diss this bitch

I'm sure to get rich

Contributing the real shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

That's when you know you doing shit

I don't trust no one look what the 80's did

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid hit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick whip

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

This yo boys confession

He got the hatchet

Fallin in love with a bad bitch

This what he want , this what he get

Fall in love

Take him deep down with me

We running round

Smoking pounds

He feel free

Free to be with me

He dont love you bitch

No he doesnt bitch

Hes all mine

Keepin it

And ima keep him bitch

My confession is

I didnt need him bitch

But he need me bitch

He want to see me bitch

MMM is you mad hoe?

Boo who.

Fuck you

Hes all mine hoe

im spittin rhyme like a fucking dime hoe.

Fuck you mean

I break that spline

Im the new one yo

You is history bro

Kickin it real slick

He fetching bottles with a real bitch

He dont love you hoe

No he dont

Aye thats mine

When you see his face

Think bout this spit

You gun die real quick

Keepin it

Talk all you want

You aint with it

Rocking with the thrill shit

We on that chill shit

Sittin back laughin

Getting it packin

Bitch whats smacking

Real shit , You a wana be real quick

Yous a real snitch

Get hit, Talkin bout she did it

This was all me ? Bitch please

Watch your back , cause you already know we rollin real quick

Real shit

We da real clique

You a dumb bitch

Real shit, get over it

Thats mine and you layin on the ground

Like a clown, With a dumb ass looking frown.