Faucy - Ahh AHH

Imma cheat ahh
Imma cheat on that, ahh
Imma cheat on that bitch ahh
Imma cheat on that bitch like a math test
Imma need a highlight reel bitch where's my max preps
He try run up on me so this pussy took his last steps
He try take my life away so we gon take his last breath
She said she got no BBL, so we got ass checks
Bitch it's fuck the Mayans cause my gang be Aztecs
I can't even stand you fucking refs you call some ass techs
Only thing I use you bitches for is to have sex

Bitch, you ain't really nothing else to me
Think I care about you, think of all the Gucci belts I see
If you think I like your smell then think of all the packs of weed
I be smoking Notti everyday nobody packing me
Ahh, bitches soft like a muffin
I just took a Percy so I'm really never bussin'
I'm not playing poker with guns, I'm not bluffin'
Bitch, 223's hit his engine up
I been chilling with three bitches like the power puffs
Grinding so hard imma play when the game over
.50 Cal really got that range like my damn rover
Fuck that Jackson I been serving Lamar with that crack Odom
Bitch I got that fucking iron on me I feel like a golem
Bitch, steal my weed I get my pack back
Me and AT doing the dash we stole yo scatpack
We just took yo fifa's you can't get kicks back
Just like EST Gee you can't get yo lick back

Bitch, I stay moving like an avalanche
Bitch really want the white I told her add some ranch
Used to show ahh, used to show ahhh
Used to show up to my P.O. with some dirty piss
Now I'm getting brain from the baddest psychiatrist
Sold his ass a line of Robitussin cause he wanted Tris
Feel like deanobballin all I do is wanna miss
Bitch, don't hit my line if you a plug hopper
Don't add my snap if you not a drug popper
I'm cooking crack in the pot let's ask Betty Crocker
He wanna fight then he pulling out his fucking knocker
Damn, we tried to rob him but his jewelry from H&M
Off the top, like it's eight mile, bitch I'm Eminem
In the alphabet what comes before L, M, N
Ahh, J, K
Try to run up you get beat up like Dae Dae
Man down, put him in the ground scream may day
Shot him in the face then ran the race like Tay-K
Bitch, you look like Birdman
I just took a Percy and a third xan
I'm an alien I'm really off the earth man
If you on my block then I could give you work man
Ahh, Ahh
She tell you something not true then she a lyin' then
Cooking up the edis had ya mama trying them
He talking 'bout his whole fam, I'm supplying them

Written by:
William Widulski

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