It ain’t your spit game
It’s your d*** game
That got me walkin’ round ready to wear your big chain
I only argue with them when the lakers on
Other than that, I’m gettin’ my Marc Jacobs on
P**** game so cold that he always seems to come back
Cause you know that it be a rap, When I ridin’ it from back
Wait, Oh let me see your phone
Cause all them bitches is rachet!
Wait, Oh let me gettin’ my truck
Cause all them bitches will catch it
Wait, damn, there I go again
I be trippin’, I be flippin’, I be so belligerent
Man the shit that we be fighting over so irrelevant
I don’t even remember, tho I was probably hella bent!






