Ers - Blueberries

Runnin' shit like I got brand new feets
Keep a few hoes that got brand new cheeks
Got poop stains on my brand new sheets
Can't come around me
New whip two seats
Put it in ya mouth no teeth
Ima skeet on ya granny
Matched with four hoes and they all was a catfish
I'm sorry if you catholic
Jesus didn't die he in the field smoking cabbage
Or maybe it was brocolli
Your aunty musta tripped that's why she in here on her knees
And yea I'm sticked up
Walking 'round the city dick hard I'm bricked up
Oh shit call the police
I ain't made a single fuckin' payment on my car lease
What's poppin
Ya momma when she see this in the top 10
I ain't Jack Harlow bitch my credit score floppin'
Shoulda went to Jared cuz all my diamonds are fraudulent
And I can't even pay my rent
Bank hit me up like ay bro you over spent
Fuck
They gon' repo my shit
I need some god damn more cheat codes in this bitch
Left down right up unlimited money
I just jerked off got nut on my tummy
White bitch she text me do you know bad bunny
Damn bitch that's racist but yeah he my cousin
I'm in the club eating blueberries
Only one with a mask on I'm Jim Carrey
Okay
Fuck Donald Trump
I'm in this bitch throwing berries fuck Donald Trump
Fuck Donald Trump
I'm in this bitch throwing berries fuck Donald Trump
Pull my mask off now I'm Rod Stewart
I don't know who the fuck that is I'm Bobby Newport
I'm in the club throwing blueberries at Trump supporters
Ayy
I'm in the club throwing blueberries at Trump supporters

Written by:
Rigoberto Palencia-Upton

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