Therapist

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (You're not making this easy, Kyle) [Verse 1: TrDee] It ain't shit free in life, you gotta get it out the mud I just wanted me some paper, I ain't wanna be a thug I don't really fuck with niggas, they be scared to show you love Baby, come and put that pussy on me, your shit like a drug It's gon' be some niggas hatin', but don't listen to the chatter My lil' bitch done sent a booty pic like, "Look, it's gettin' fatter" Used to wanna be Jeff Hardy, so my Glocky got a ladder You a lame talkin' 'bout that bitch and you ain't never had her [Verse 2: StanWill] You ain't never had a run like this Switchie blickiе, you ain't never shot a gun like this You ain't nеver had no funds like this You ain't never had a sack, but when I see me one, I blitz Huh, like if it's money on the floor, bitch, I'm spread even Why they want me dead? Only thing I want is dead people Bet I pause him quick with this bitch, that's where plan lead you Need to seek some psychiatric help if you think Stan need you [Verse 3: BabyTron] My ho foreign, but the car American Used to play the whore shoes back with Marvin Harrison I can never love a bitch, to use my heart's embarassing Catch him lackin' at the tele, we gon' spark the Sheraton Treat the mic like my therapist Wock pints, steak bites and Asparagus Carti buffaloes, they whiter than a Claritan Bitch, you know I'm arrogant DSM, LMT the long moolah terrorist [Verse 4: TrDee] Dog only pop out for a season, he just like a pumpkin I don't care 'bout what you talkin' 'bout 'cause I can show you somethin' They don't even know Steph' in the building, I got brodie tuckin' He'll turn this bitch to Oregon and have them niggas duckin' Where them niggas go? Man, I ain't seen them boys since 2020 She ain't even cute, she think she bad because she got a booty Stanley caught a play and I just told that nigga alley-oop me If your friend a rat, then you a rat, a bunch of Ratatouilles [Verse 5: StanWill] Chilly out, I had to play Moncler off the Murder Bravado Skillet in the yop, if he don't duck it, I'm burnin' his taco Boy, this shit was on the floor 'fore I heard of Mulatto Out in traffic like the president, catch me skrrtin' the tire Von Miller, all my opps get the blitz Think the whip a manual the way we ride with the sticks Heavy sipper, brodie pop got a six Should've played to SpaceX, you know the rocket equipped [Verse 6: BabyTron] When I click a button, hell nah, I ain't swappin' my sticks Fully bullies, fucked around and hit my chopper with glitch More than likely in my hand if it's not on my hip More than likely by the 'bow, I ain't shoppin' by zips More than likely Morton Grove, I ain't droppin' no Tris Say she loyal, more than likely she be hoppin' from dick to dick I ain't got a job, but clocked in from 6 to 6 [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch, that's it