These bitches is crazy i feel like da baby
Pop out the wraith im looking so hazy

These bitches all on me, titties like Nami
Pussy wet like a tsunami

Just popped a molly Im feeling your vibe
 
It's not very nice, I don't like your jive.

Dont hit my dms, no you can't slide.


These bitches is crazy i feel like da baby
Pop out the club im hittin a lick

Poppin champagne I don't know the name 
I'm playing, you lame, you don't know the game
You should be ashamed

Ain't no prosecco
I'm running the game 
This my world like wayne
Its dom perignon--
We drink till its gone 


These bitches is crazy I’m feeling just maybe
this trap like a zoo, ain’t talking rabies
Got some sons too, lookin like future 
Without the drake features
Got someone too, your bitches like creatures
Blowin up too ain't talkin bout creepers
Two thousand times two? What it cost for a feature
 2002? That’s the last time you featured
Under the bleachers, with dusty old sneakers 
Slangin them nicks, and trapping with beepers
You was a sleeper but you in way deeper
Like you in a coma, or you got the ‘rona.

You bitches canceled, like ck meets cosby
Like harvey meets the world like someone please stop me.
Like I was transportin and you tried to rob me
On god.

Bars put you in a chair, no hawkin.
Kodak said you bitches birds no flocking
Molly got your jaw locking, no talking
Lazy eye, Mouth frothing.
Face looking like Defoe, Green Goblin.

You aint even a sidekick, no Robin.
Kick her out, call it trail of tears, No sobbing.

Nate Aversa