Typical Rap Song 8

Lyrics

[Verse] (Hello, diary, it's me again) I don't wanna see no more (Okay) Done meditating, I don't wanna be no more (What?) You a pussy ass nigga, you ask me if I got Venmo (What?) TD catcher, make a jugg, I fucked my mental (Yeah) Swear these niggas pussy as fuck, y'all on yo' menstrual (Yeah) You ain't on Zillow, no, that shit a fuckin' rental (Yeah) You a green bean, nigga, you a lentil (Yeah) You done threw them B's up and got yo' shit blown (Yeah) Razzay, and I crashed out (Hahahaha) Holy fuck, hop in that Murciélago, I'm mashin' now (Grr) I wrote, "Mini-ni-ni-ni," ain't no Mickey Mouse (Mickey) Burn a house up, ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-need, put em out (Ne-ne) I just turnt up, ran a check up, why y'all think I sold my soul? (Yeah, yeah) I just run the test up, fuck the full buzz, I drive the Ghost (Huh, yeah) Lil' nigga, I just OD'd, overdose (Yeah) I ain't goin' out sad, I ain't Trippie, I ain't Gosha Red, pour me a pint, like a SONIC Yeah, these bands don't make no sense (Yeah) Diamonds hittin' white, like they Mike Pence Yeah, Margiela tee, all you see is circle six (Yeah) Yeah, I ain't Drake, I'on fuck with six-six-six Yeah, anime, if you wanna be my missus Yeah, Lil Tay, fake my death on these peons, yeah (Peon) "What's yo' major?" Nigga, I'm not Elon (Hahahaha) Yeah, I'ma pay ya, what's ya social though? (Yeah) Say a prayer, to Jeff Bezos (Huh, huh) I'ma pay ya when I pull up with my Lambo (Huh, huh) Pain couture, pull up feet, I need the gel toes (Huh, huh) Bad lil' bitches always got sum' to say And the choppa fuck niggas, I ain't know it was gay (Pfft) Way these niggas actin', swear to God, we in a play (Pfft) And this shit not even real, swear we in a play (Pshh)