[Intro: Arsx]
Haha, ha
So I got like $13.50 in my bank account
Like 13 dollars and 50 cents
But fuck it imma still rap about money this whole song
Haha! ARSX, yuh
Lets go
[Chorus: Arsx]
Raf, Margiela, LV, I don't cop that for no thot, yuh
Bitch I’m at the top so she gon’ pull up, run the top, yuh
They dont even know me, they know Arsx, him I’m not, yuh
She said that she love me, thought I’d be hyped, she got blocked, yuh
Wow, ha, I don’t talk to her no more
Honestly, don’t even got time on my watch for her no more
That’s ironic ‘cause my wrist; a lot more gwalla then before
Keep a chop but my mans ain’t gotta chop for shit no more (Yuh)
[Verse 1: Arsx]
Um true say hoe
She a lil’ freak in the jacuzzi, hoe
Scream “Oh yeah!” like the Kool Aid bro
I guess I’ma see you next tuesday, hoe
Dressed in all black like I’m Bruce Wayne tho
Black tint, black rims on the Mulsanne, hoe
AK and the uzi in the suitcase, bro
We don’t lose sleep but the crew stay woke (Slatt)
My room a studio, make music, we also make movies tho
We shootin’ 4k, yeah we boujee, bro
Behind the scene, me and three groupie hoes
If she talkin like “Where is my Louis bro?”, I’m passin’ that bitch like I’m Rubio
Patek Philippe, I need two of those
If she bad, I’ma slide like I’m toosie tho (yuh)
Too much drip in this bitch
Pull up; deadshot, don’t miss in this bitch
Go in like “Damn, he lit wit this shit”
Straight shoota like im too strict with the clip (yuh)
I keep pistol get whipped, I fucked yo hoe, no twistin this shit
Got me some dreads, stay twistin this shit
Say I look crazy, it is what it is
Ha!
[Chorus: Arsx & Kyzo Kidd]
Raf, Margiela, LV, I dont cop that for no thot, yuh
Bitch I’m at the top so she gon’ pull up, run the top, yuh
They dont even know me, they know Arsx, him I’m not, yuh
She said that she love me, thought I’d be hyped, she got blocked, yuh
Wow, ha, I don’t talk to her no more
Honestly, don’t even got time on my watch for her no more
That’s ironic ‘cause my wrist; alot more gwalla then before
Keep a chop but my mans ain’t gotta chop for shit no more (Yeah, look)
[Verse 2: Kyzo Kidd]
Okay, what the fuck is you talkin’ bout?
Bitchin’ ‘bout this and that, tryna talk it out
With them sticks in the house like a cabin
Light 'eem boy up like a candle then put him out
Okay, bitch, shells in yo back like a turtle
Her pussy wetter, wet than wet, call her squirttle
I put her in a new position, reversal
She give me brain like I’m a nerd, call me Urkel
Ding, dong, you better come the fuck out ‘fore I drag you out
Talking shit on the internet boy, what you bout?
Choppa click on you like a tab, minimize you, bitch you getting x’ed out
Huh, yeah, banana clip on me like Harambe
Squeeze til ya cherry split, juice all on me
Guns hang on me like KKK
My doors go up just like my cape do, call me young Batman uh
Scope on my pistol for extra visual, hit that man
That metal be all on my hip, call me Man of Steel
That bitch gon' suck on my dick with that lil' extra spit til' her mouth numb, her lips she can't feel
Stretch out my funds like Luffy then I stand all on my money, I'm tall like Shaquille
Okay, bad bitch wan fuck, I’m like “Okay”
3 dicks on my gun like foreplay
Red Louboutin’s on me, Olay, huh
You know me
[Chorus: Arsx]
Raf, Margiela, LV, I dont cop that for no thot, yuh
Bitch I’m at the top so she gon’ pull up, run the top, yuh
They dont even know me, they know Arsx, him I’m not, yuh
She said that she love me, thought I’d be hyped, she got blocked, yuh
Wow, ha, I don’t talk to her no more
Honestly, don’t even got time on my watch for her no more
That’s ironic ‘cause my wrist; alot more gwalla then befor
Keep a chop but my mans ain’t gotta chop for shit no more
[Verse 3: Shinobi Shun]
I got mo’ gwalla than these whores havin’ pores on they fuckin skin
I got perfectly suckin’ twins and they wet as fuck, water bend
Like they presents, I box ‘em in now they optionless like a cocky kid
Who had to go school in the top his fuckin’ grandmama picked (Arss!)
Who is that nigga that they disregarded?
Who is that nigga who said “Fuck the entertaining, I just wanna go be fuckin’ artist”?
Niggas think they makin’ lines that are cosmic
Oh, pause it, get a little bit smarter
I’m stallin’ but I’m still goin’ harder than yo’ artist that you secretly copy (uh)
Bitch, I’m the king of the zombies, uh
A nigga just regenerated
I’m colder than niggas from three generations of rap
You ain’t give me a chance, you debating
I swear to god that I will never display it
A nigga impatient and well over dangerous
Hoe, watch yo’ feelings and where you are aimin’ ‘em
Shinobi ain't ya’ friend
Wow
[Chorus: Arsx]
Raf, Margiela, LV, I dont cop that for no thot, yuh
Bitch I’m at the top so she gon’ pull up, run the top, yuh
They dont even know me, they know Arsx, him I’m not, yuh
She said that she love me, thought I’d be hyped, she got blocked, yuh
Wow, ha, I don’t talk to her no more
Honestly, don’t even got time on my watch for her no more
That’s ironic ‘cause my wrist; alot more gwalla then before
Keep a chop but my mans ain’t gotta chop for shit no more
