Don't Want It

Ya bitches don't want it, for real Point out what bitch you own it (None of them) for real(I can't) Ya bitches don't want it, for real Point out what bitch you own it for real (None of them, sorry) Bitch you ain't popping 'til I say you is It ain't shit stopping 'til I say it is Get it all at once I don't care I spin I don't know what the fuck a budget is Hopped in the game I'm intercepting shit Stepped outta line I'm wackin' bitches shit If they ain't gang I can't trust it You can't compete bitch just quit The love they be showing so fake it's synthetics Straight through them hoes yeah them hoes pathetic He pee on the way and that motherfucker epic Mac to her face no this ain't cosmetic Chasin' the bag you could say I'm athletic Can't hang with you lames, ya don't match my aesthetic I'm slaughtering bitches it's in my genetics I don't fuck with no sweet bitches I'm a diabetic Not apologetic, I'm problematic Under that wig, yeah your hair probably matted To come for the kid you're gonna need different tactics You ain't on shit bitch we two different fabrics I'm fast, you slow, two different dynamics Run that bitch over now she a mechanic I've been out here winning I know they can't stand it The kids are complex ya wouldn't understand it Ya bitches don't want it, for real Point out what bitch you own it (None of them) for real(I can't) Ya bitches don't want it, for real Point out what bitch you own it for real (None of them, Sorry) I-I-I-I swear to god they don't want it I swear to god I be on it If I flex in it I own it motherfuck all my opponents Pockets on fat yeah they be swollen Theses bitches don't want it (Straight up) for real (I know they don't) Point out what bitch you own it (Can't) for real Your ghostwriter don't want it and you don't want it neither I'm in love with this money and I'm not a cheater Married to the guap and 'm never gonna leave her 4 shows in one night I'm a overachiever They all used to doubt me now they are believers Hanging off the bleachers they screaming go Lyiah They like what they say yeah they wish they could be here But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her 'Til Killumantii gets a new Bugatti I'm murderin' niggas and Stacking up bodies My wrists on hockey treat him like a hobby My crew full of killers I roll with them jockers Can't nobody stop me not one bitch can top me I could be a door and ya still couldn't knock me Flood on my wrist yeah that bitch is tsunami Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn the shit he bought me Rapping onna class I ain't stopping 'til she caught me Flossing on TV now my haters get to watch me Tell the jeweler watch please I don't care the cost B Ya ain't really helping out the kid so don't ask me Cash please, hunnits in a bag please all ya niggas aggy Can't rap trashy, lick yo top lip cause that motherfucker ashy I hate a slut bitch who be play like she classy Ya bitches don't want it, for real Point out what bitch you own it (none of them) for real (i can't) Ya bitches don't want it, for real Point out what bitch you own it for real (none of them, sorry) I-I-I-I swear to god they don't want it I swear to god I be on it If I flex in it I own it motherfuck all my opponents Pockets on fat yea they be swollen Theses bitches don't want it (Straight up) for real (I know they don't) Point out what bitch you own it (Can't) for real Ah ah ah ah