Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
I honestly feel dumber for having read your rap,
Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her
Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Your a man whore julio gonzalez
Just take control if you can
You need your nappy changing, man
Your election, over im soo the bigger man
Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
Your friendly neighborhood spider-man
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone
That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,
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