Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas will never learn Yeah, these niggas will never learn, yeah, niggas will never learn Bitches burn, tables turn, fuck niggas, think I'm never learned, never learned Thought about an almighty dollar, it ain't my concern, ain't my concern But you get it, pussy too outside of me, ain't my concern, ain't my concern I just bought head in a 458, that's what I deserve, nigga, I deserve Big ol' house and two big bitches makin' grips Leather seats and a new candy-panty whip Bitch, I came out the womb on some gangsta shit Hope I knew you was up, you could take a lick Set him up with my bitch, we could fake it, yeah I just broke up a brick on the east with a kick, who you bangin' with? You know that me and Diego be takin' shit, we takin' shit Bitches burn, tables turn, fuck niggas, never learned, never learned Chicken dinner, watch the sports center when I whip a fur, whip a fur But you get it, pussy too outside of me, ain't my concern, ain't my concern I just bought head in a 458, that's what I deserve, nigga, I deserve Big ol' house and two big bitches bangin' out They go pussy to pussy and mouth to mouth We don't need them, we beat em' and pipe em' out Let you feed em' and treat em' and wipe em' out At the plate with that pussy, you strikin' out Bet that bitch has a feed in your bank account I just turned out my house to a powder house, got that bitch powdered out Bitches burn, tables turn, fuck niggas, never learned, never learned Chicken dinner, watch the sports center when I whip a fur, whip a fur Bitch, I know who did the murder, that ain't none of my concern I just bought head in a 458, that's what I deserve, I deserve Shut the fuck up Half main, half cocaine I just mix the Tylenol with heroin Junkies from detergent and they fuckin' vain Cradle to the grave, niggas cryin' pain Fuck with Mr. K, put your face on one of them bitchin' chains Sugar Ray the fader, go John Wick with the pistol game Bitch ain't crackin' safe, got his mom sit with the pistol grip Mule like the Yakuza said, trip, we clippin' off fingertips Bitch, crackin' hungin' up my fingertip Pullin' strings with my pinky ring, rack and get you hit I make 15 double A trampolines when that pack is set Now niggas want them methamphetamines, we can suck and dick Suck a dick, fuck that dope up, I was rushin' shit Fuck the needle, she just took a sniff, snuffin' up a gift I got strippers on my fuckin' list, fuck a bucket list Black brains up in buckets, bitch, Michael Douglas Bitch, half main, half cocaine Sittin' pounds of Walter White, the wife plays VVS to Prezi, Sky Dweller planes Sit your five dollar ass down before I make change Pay for your funeral, get your shit arranged Kiss your wife and say you was solid, then go piss on your grave Hold that, lock the doggie up with Similac Fuck rap, the blood movin' ounces on the cash app Half main, half cocaine I just hit a bank and did the David Blaine One foot in the booth, one in the fuckin' cage If I wrote my rap, you'd be a slave to my fuckin' page Half main, half cocaine Half main, half cocaine Half main, half cocaine