[Hush]

Verse 1
Most of us men here right?

This nigga make bitches want to switch genders after he gives awful head
Once he ate her she started becoming one of us like the Walking Dead
And he gets no action, pays to see tits cuz sex he doesn't have a chance
Working hard, Just for the nipsey hustles like the California rapper's fans
I never pay for pussy, especially sex with your chick
If she says just leave the tip she's slowly adjusting to take in the rest of the dick
Have ya mom stack my bread, you're thinking wouldn't she be bored?
She declined your offer to help, ur like well it's the thot that counts, & I couldn't agree more
My niggas Beat ya ass and laugh, you thinking these guys insane
We ***kle louder to cover your screams, sometimes you have to laugh to hide the pain

Verse 2
Ya bitch-made style sucks bad & lacks the fight. who can stomach the crap u write
Bars got me KO'ing fools with stools... ur shitty samples came back from the lab positive for parasites
u can't even control ya bitch cuz for a drink she a star, homie. It'd break ya heart, whoadie
It's dick on delivery as soon as I spotter... While ur weak ass needs one to bench press the bar only
I tear it apart surely while u think ya love bug isn't gettin her muff thugged; Netflix & chill fun
Fuck what u buy to keep her lookin fly... Im a home wrecker like Aaron Rodgers with the golf club tryin to kill one
beans, I spill some. I keep it real like these are blood words; the best ever to crush nerds
And since you're not making it to the next round... u can blame it on the goat like the Cub's curse
I know the slug hurts. Heard it through the grapevine from some RIP laying sources
Besides, u'll open-up but not just cuz we're close... My gun'll splatter ya face like drip painting portraits