So you thinkin you a edgy Mothafucka wit yo been trill No rent to pay and yo granny pay yo phone bill These Mothafuckas 22 live like they 16 Ain't nothin urban bout a outfitter hypebeast No identity Sittin around re-tweetin tweets From yo favorite rapper you found out about like last week Keep it trendy like a pussy bitch you oughta be The schema da posse puttin all yo fans to fuckin sleep
So once you hit 11 likes you a king Pussy be beggin for you I see I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily Bury yo head in the ground and then don't come out Betta sort yo fuckin life out There's more to life than hittin synthetic drugs till yo lights out When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible was told to read it I took it home to my pops He threw it in the trash and yelled don't you even That begun my life as a heathen Questioning everythang Especially trends among other shit keepin the population contained Shit Don't mean a thang If you got no money no pussy no weed Long as you got 11 likes, you won't lose any sleep Shit Don't mean a thang If you got no man, no cash Oh well Long as you got 11 likes you won't hate yo selfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
