Uh You ain't gotta be white for this Kimber to give you a tan Uh, beat on the boss, double the cost, bam They suck a dick when you poppin', I know they gon' stop but I want my advance Got these bitches jumpin' through the hoops to get closer to PEG I'm fucking a fan Yeah, I fired my PR, the bitch was a loser for letting that money get to her head Uh, I did not grow up with baby videos, my mama could not afford cams These niggas be whiter than snow and they grow up, that's why they relate to they fans Keep that hatin' to face, when I shoot this Tiananmen Square, niggas tankin' they plans I was wrong when I said Dillon Brooks I'm a Billy Laimbeer kind of man Post her up, but you stay in my lane, I got Jordan rules to put you in a pan I be fuckin' my bitch from the side My side bitch, called Joey Valence At the photo room, you could've died All these fuckers, you not got no heads What you done? What you not gonna do is step up to my face with that plan Uh, out of my mind, now out of the thoughts Out of the pan, I'm flippin' the pot Brain over pussy, thought out of the box All of you niggas is tender and soft Everyone pull the fire lock, trip that motherfucker right up out of his socks 45 to his lightbulb, Teddy Pendergrass, we just turn up the Fuck nigga I was born in the '80s, nigga I don't give a fuck about what none of you stupid ass niggas is doing Fuck y'all I got more choppas than crackers, than those in the government Look what I— We aim at your head Kill you a fag How you the house cat? Used to cardio Shot your boss like my brother was Mario Choppers and pistols automatics and TECs I'm feelin' like Joker (I'm ready to laugh) The Kimber a freak, bang Keep the drum in her butt I know you niggas be jockin', the bitches be barkin' I'm ready to muzzle her mutt How you the house cat? Used to cardio Shot your boss like my brother was Mario Choppers and pistols automatics and TECs I'm feelin' like Joker (I'm ready to murder) I was born in the '80s, nigga I don't give a fuck about none of you twisted tee sippin' punk bitch-ass niggas be doin' Y'all niggas is pie All of y'all Hahaha Born in the '80s Look I ain't gon' front, got that shit in my pelican I break it down when I'm checkin' my ticket Eskimo bros just some niggas I'm better than Industry niggas all estrogen bitches White people copyin' culture, I wanna be Trumpsist, y'all wanna be niggas Now how come your bitches be hittin' me up on the side 'cause she want her a nigga? How come they get so defensive when you call 'em out, they don't want to be— How much you hate that nigga? I hate him so much, I hope they die How much you hate this nigga? His daddy dead and his brother's pie How much you hate that nigga? I'm fucking his main, I'm working the side Where's your patience, nigga? I ran out when he started runnin' up the lies How did you break this nigga? I took all my enemies names, I don't beef, I mime You bitch, your house, your clout That's mine Them cars, them clothes, them hoes All mine I got these beats doing cardio El generico, mask off and body, ho Don't fringe, don't move, don't breathe He dyin' for clout, press his femur a T Some addictions grow more severe