Shit

One of those days.

Shit, man.

Now I got my days mixed up.

I'm sorry, y'all.

Ew.

This, this checks out.

Shit was insane.

So gross.

Waka Flocka, you can't...

Shit, you can look at him and tell he done, he done fucked a few.

Come on, now.

All these guys, man.

Listen, turn all that stuff off and get in class, y'all.

Get in class, baby.

Can you stop screaming? Shit.

We're waiting for the teacher to join the class, Mommy.

I'm out.

Cash can't roll with my body, I ain't showin' you a gun, why the fuck was you tight? I fuck up the L, then I'm goin' up the heights Put his ass in the sky like the nigga a cunt Gotta drink with the wood like I'm Topsox a whore Nigga sent me a diss, I'ma kick on his door Come dirty as shit, I just pour me a four He scared to go bim in that nigga a whore He scared to go bim in that nigga a bitch He ain't never shot shade, just runnin' his lips I was only 14, started jockin' him wet Did you bitch with my guilt, tryna play with my debt? Bitch, go get your brother, I bet he get hit I ain't text her, I love her, she throw her on the fence Niggas coppin' her songs, shit makin' me sick Don't get cracked for a hoe, man, I think what you're dead Baby flyin' shit, stop walkin' around with that shit If I don't get the P, then I'm comin' with switch Can't navigate back to that young nigga line Where this man got crack, man, that nigga was cryin' With the fuck in the air while the opps keep on dyin' They don't fuck about rap, bitch, I don't even trap Niggas say that I'm cap, why the fuck would I lie? Just roll up your man for my day to go back Catch a hop out the bounce, hit his ass to the sky Catch a hop out the bounce, I let him meet his maker I be smokin' on Zal like I'm from out Jamaica He got hair in his neck, make him chew on his blood No more fuck on this bitch, she ain't gettin' no hoods When I been through the block, I ain't usin' no gloves I'm smokin' on T, got crack for a coke, real savage, they got it This shit ain't no juice You send me a diss and it's murder, she rude Got this bitch with my dick, wanna get in the whip Hit my nanny on Sony, O.S.

getting hit Shit, my body's in bed, shit, she come with that shit I ain't nothing like Tink, can't die for a diss I ain't nothing like cash, can't roll with my body You ain't showing your gun, why the fuck is you tight? I fuck up the hills, I'm gone up the heights Put the deaths in the sky like the nigga a kite Gotta drink with the wood like I'm tough, so so whore Nigga, send me a diss, I'ma kick on this door Cup dirty as shit, I just tore me a fork He scared to go bim in that nigga, a whore He scared to go bim in that nigga, a bane Never shot shade, just runnin' his lips I was only 14, so I jacked in the woods

Money can't afford niggas, you know what I'm sayin' One tower, that's what it made the whole group scream I'm gettin' up to you, you know I'm gettin' spanked I make cash in real life, I don't be on the ground I play it, it ain't worth a fuck, I'm in the ground In the back, it's a bird, it roared up a war But it's up to me to soften this shit, hit it in good You pat, touch, and now you, this shit get secure Get my driver, I fly, ain't hittin' no curb A1 on my stay, and this shit got some hurts All white, G-50, I'm more like G-Herb When I'm wipin', I bait my phone, do I disturb? If I get in that jam, he don't stop We'll be right

back.

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.

When I step out the house, I be dressin' all black, walk up, thinkin' shit's sweet, I'ma make you fall back I ain't shoppin' for cheap, man, I'm shoppin' at Saks and KF in this ride, we got modified ride KF, YPF, we both fuck with this shit, that shit straight to the cup, we not fumblin' shit Ain't no jumpin' now, you all stuck in the mix, but stop askin' me shit, yes, I'm fuckin' your bitch Stop askin' me shit, yes, I'm fuckin' your bitch Why be hot all you want, you can't run from this shit Cause your hoggin' shit down, you not gettin' no weight Shit don't last till you done, you just bought her some tricks I ride or go broke, fine punchin' the clock Cause I stylin' too hot, kid, but if you on my sock You got a top in the head, nigga, whole body locked Got shit in my dick

And this is how I know.

Shit was not happening.

Usually whenever I go to run a bath-

Yeah, what's going on smokers, premium smokers, and so forth.

Well, damn.

You can go to ours here.

Shit, well, I, well, I guess I can sit here and say that I'm happy 'cause I was off this past weekend, the last weekend I will ever have off for a long time.

Clap for fucking you.

50, bro.

Shit's sad, man.

He's gonna spend the rest of

his life in jail.

Shit's sad.

He's like 50-something, bro.

He

Real hot and sweaty.

I wa- I finally watched Thunderbolts.

Shit was good, wasn't it?

That shit was amazing.

I was not expecting it to go the route it went.

Like, fuck that.

I'd be up out of here with the quickness.

The fuck you talk about? Shit.

All right, go ahead.

Like...

devious, bro.

Yeah,

The manga, I'm not going to say anything about the manga.

It's incredible.

Shit is down.

Niggas is down horrendous.

I didn't do nothing.

Shit.

Like, I, like, before that I was, like, really, like, going crazy on my artist stuff, and I was, like, performing overseas and doing all the things, and then I just got fed up, and I just stopped.

Oh, so you had motion with it and everything.

This is, like, 2021-ish.

Excuse me.

And he's like, "Yo, do you wanna go to LA and, and do some stuff for Insecure, the show?" And I was like, "Okay," like, "I'll do it." But he was like, "Only thing, though, is that, like, you gotta be vaccinated," and I was like, "Shit," 'cause I didn't get the vaccination.

And then I was like, "You know what? Fuck it," 'cause at that time, you know, they were making us feel like COVID was, like-

Zuckin is fury.

Shit's as feeble as the quality control on Oculus' fucking motion trackers.

Um, let's talk Palmer Lucky, shall we? Dude's got more innovative charm in his little finger than you do in your whole fucking body, no cap.

His tech's the real deal, unlike your metaverse crap, which is about as immersive as a fucking 90s screensaver.

Um, you know what's funny about your zucker punch? Ain't nobody gonna feel it because everybody's gonna be too busy laughing at the sight of your fucking sunscreen-smeared dummy face attempting a fucking punch.

Shit's more comedic than a Cybertruck window demo, let me tell you.

Oh, and as for the code, bitch please.

I don't need to know the hello world of every language, because unlike you, I'm not scraping ideas off Snapchat like some brain-dead parasite.