(I’m playin in this one. But for real, not down to play with stupidity).
My goodnessMy hoodnessSkinny, eatin haters with the looks’Full of wonder like “where she put this??”Fuck these wussesI get ruthlessWhen i call bullshitMy shit makes you feel antsyViolated, cause it’s like i got handsyYou felt touched, i’m like that movie with MandyMoore, but no more fuckin with these pansiesCause I ain’t in a van handin’ out candyPlease, y’all little boys like Peter PanCallin cause you hung up on NeverlandBut imma hang up, aint down for bangarangGrown pirate shit on the Hook Like booty, booty, bootyRockin everywhere you lookYeah yo girl got the chest but not the treasure I tookFrom these queens in chess, with they interestIn big moves from a rookAny dinners I bookGo first come, first serveDown to fuck? Then we can date, sureJokes, it comes down to what I deserveNo playin, ain’t about the hit and swerveYou can be mad at what sounds like pretensionBut it’s not nose up,Gotta knows,Be up front with intentionI’m mad good, no front,Saint like ascensionHashtag, y’all want attention?Some so-called pimps ain’t worth a mention!