Report Cards

Lyrics

[Verse] Cut the bitch off, then my skin got clear Betted on myself, then my wrist got litter Got rich bitch, say feel like my dick got bigger Nah, hoe, you dick suckin' bitch, shit been like that Two hoes fightin' over me, I'm screamin', "Fight back" Poppin' my motherfuckin' collar, check out my neck Broke my heart, my baby folded, I don't like rats He told it all, he this and he that like Mike Jack Louis on my biceps, holdin' back tears I felt like a elf, big pointers, both of my ears Hibernatin', trappin' hard, fuck it, grow out the beard Leanin' with a duffy on me, feel like Homer with beer Yеah, duffel with a hundred piecе, bless the ones that run with me Can't no nigga humble me, all y'all niggas cornballs Boy, I get big back ends like I need short yards Every other month, I get all my hoes report cards Fuckin' on the lawyer, eat me better than my pornstars Boy was talkin' all that P shit 'til his girl called Huh, lame-ass, dorky-ass, dweeby simp You like Draymond Green, boy, you need the bitch Gotta keep a TEC on me, couple racks on me House on a lake like Shaq, Kobe, yeah, I'm that cozy Broke-ass hoes, don't check on me, bust a check for me Water and karats, my jeweler treat me like a pet bunny Got rich off my testimony, now ain't that somethin'? How much you think it's gon' cost to whack you, shit, I'm just wonderin' If you think you lonely now, ho, just wait 'til next Monday New bitch, new whip, oh my God Know you said you was my favorite, ho, I lied I'm on vacay with a nigga ho right now (For real) You got ninety-nine problems and it's a dollar meal Broke ass, ain't got a penny in your pocket still, boy I ain't even pop it yet, I'll black out for real On stage with your stash on me, feel like Dr. Phil Just crashed at your bitch house, got no driving skills She blew me, then I left her on read, nigga, Tommy Hill Heard you runnin' out of business like a fire drill Shit, fuck it, I'll help you find some biz when I find a SIG Put a belt to that nigga ass, he Karate Kid Look, I can show you how to slide right like the cha-cha dance Ho a nigga on the spot, I'm my grandma twin I just keep fixin' cups like when hockey rigged My housekeeper left me twenty blunts right by the bed Runnin' plays with my bitch like Juwanna Mann Want some real game? Pay that fee Old white man on a chick, KFC Racks bustin' out the side like some Payless sneaks Make him battle with a dot like the 8 Mile scene Ho, eat it up now, ain't no, "May I, please?" I'm the side nigga to a bunch of lame-ass geeks Ayy, yeah, fuckin' on your ho, she was tangled up Diamond choker on my bitch like Players Club Threw her in just to slut her out, she better not run Bouncer asked do I got my weapon? No, just my gun Try to plot, shit ain't goin' down, better grab your plunge I let all my hoes do what they want, baby, have your fun Thick bitch on the way, baby, grab some ones Got my other other ho askin', "Where them scratches from?" Different bracket these days, I hate when the taxes come Still doin' white collar like Daffy Duck