[Intro]YeahI rap about shit I know aboutFly for realBabyI like ya pants[Verse 1]Ass like Keisha Lance, I got to the bottom of itWhat's up beloved, I kissed her in the stomachNothing indicative, no symbolismI'm slipping off my dickies, putting down this ismOptimism, she praying that we get hitchedNot quite bridal, it'd be suicidalBereavement, she public domain without easementPercocets gone where the trees wentPercolating like it never mean shitEyes without a face, Billy IdolOn Tidal she said Willie really fees entitledToxic poisonous like a hamhockA pad lock for the Ad hoc, my shamrock shakePopped the Motu at HancockNo cock blocking, pop at ya girl I betShe wit it, only fuck outta town niggas, it sound more eliteGeo-tagging her post, she still belong to the steetsBut I ain't tell her that thoFree game but I ain't sell her that thoughYo, free game but i ain't sell her that though[Verse 2]Reputation costs a lifetimeWho want to be a millionaire, the lifelineWhite wine when it's night, time for the skylineCatch a flight, COVID price on PricelinePriceless, she moved away to the A advicelessStart a new life, a real estate licenseA clean slate, you still looking greatKnow how to make check stubs and cook a steakBreaking up with ya baby father, he cheated majorYou got a new man you just met at TangerCould've worked it out, I understand the angerBut now you getting cheated on by strangerMan, I ain't tell her that thoughFree game, I ain't sell her that thoI be rapping what I know aboutRestaurants, pretty women with they toes outCribs down south, trips overseasLLCs from 2003But I ain't tell that thoughFree game, I ain't sell her that though[Outro]TCPV12YeahDirty gameFilthy
