Extra Credit

I’m rappin for myself , quit the cappin , captain I don’t know what happen
Out in Calabasas kinda trappin , sell dick to Kardashans
Drippin sauce getchu a napkin and a towel and a moppin bucket , sweeping up the competition , wipe the floors wit them niggas and then it’s fuck em
See my balls danglin while she brainin told that bit , suck em
Niggas plottin they be wiley so I’m dolo road running
Yo blunt hushin , yo cup tussin , get it how you love it , I’m not matching or po uppin , nor am I judging
Come to the trap and get to tappin on the glass
Our system kinda hot dats why the killas keep the fans
I can’t cuff you thot , I got a bitch han
She got a man but lil bro ain’t on shit

Flick of the wrist , start up the whip , no key for this , bag a new bitch , break her lil heart , bag her again , I’m savage lil bitch , the pack wit the kid , send addy again , snapchat wit the shit , slide up on a pic , slide up in it , like the bitch tits , bite on her nips , traffic again , nowhere to go , no one to go wit , I’m on the road , I feel like a wheel I be spending this money
Ain’t my bitch can’t get shit from me
Hittin these licks pockets on husky
Pulling up pampers , diapers , huggies , overalls , onesies , bitch wanna fuck but I’m another country , all the shit I been through damn near hung me , you can’t mention me if you ain’t talkin bout stunting , bet not mention me when they ask who hustlin , but only to the laws , otherwise tell em all
I’m tryna run it up and need it all , ain’t wit the gang , hate to say they ain’t finna eat at all