Nasty

[Intro]

It just gets better and better
Every time I see it

[Verse]

I don't do bitches
That don't do dishes
And I like 'em nasty
Like covid kisses
You in the wrong city
To be actin' like you sinless
I poke holes in they weak excuses
I'm the gimlet
I'm all up in that bird
Makin' gravy out her giblets
I spent my younger years
Bein' timid
When my bitch tried to kill us both
It sent me off the hinges
Then I beat cancer
And it made me more relentless
You got a problem with my pimpin'
Understand that first
I'm bustin' off
The same gun that used to jam at first
I was trynna'
Hold hands at first
But my middle fingers won't go down
So holdin' hands won't work
It's a new tune
Doin' the same dance won't work
I've grown callous to the things
That used to have me hurt
I'm still half bezerk
Fuck around I make it hard for you to breathe
Like the air outside of planet earth
Some people never get it
'til you fuck 'em wit' it
And ima' keep on hittin'
'til you learn to love the feelin'
I'll give you orgasms
'til we have an organism
And I don't mind dippin'
If I get bored wit' ya'
But if we gettin' bags
Then I go on tour wit' ya'
I'll never let you settle
If I see more in ya'
I'm explorin' ya'
Take a tour in ya'
Open up ya' mind
Like there's a door in ya'
That's how I get a head start
Always aim for the head part
And kick yo' asshole through yo' mouth
Make yo' neck fart
Ding dong ditch
At deaths door
What the fuck
You lookin' at the refs for?
They know I fouled out
I'm still in the game
I'm plottin' on how to get to you
It's millions of ways
See I ain't gon' lie to you
I been itchin' to fade
And I'm trippin' out on purpose
Just to give you a shave
I promise ain't much talkin'
At my barber shop baby
A lotta' heads gettin'
Chopped baby
Ima' crop myself out
They try to frame me
Wit' no hands some fuckas'
Still try to point and blame me
And lately
I been acceptin' the blame that ain't me
Cause I ain't trynna' argue wit'
You stupid motha' fuckas' mainly
Don't let me out the cage if I'm angry
A kilo of ketamine couldn't tame me
I'm foamin' at the mouth
I'm full of rabies
I like fa' sho' pussy
I don't fuck wit' maybes
I see legions of broke bitches
All screamin' save me
Shit I seen what happened to Jesus
You ain't 'bout to hang me
Or cross me
They been talkin' in circles
For so long they lost me
Once I turn 'em on
I can't get 'em off me
So I'm just killin' 'em softly
If you ain't got no business bitch
Quit actin' bossy
I'm 'bout to ball out
Hoe I got the rock
Like that dude from Marcy