Feb 14

Ladies and gentlemen

All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit

When I be readin' that shit, man

Y'all don't really fuck with me

Aye, aye, aye

You don't really fuck with me

So stop actin' like you fuck with me

'Cause I ain't gon' act like I fuck with you

You can put that shit on blast

Aye

Aye, you don't really fuck with me

So you could just cut it out

I see you know I peep

What you all about

You ain't fuckin' over me

I rather fuck your mouth

You just wanna roll with me

And soak up all my clout

Gettin' tired of **** reachin' out

And tryna talk

So much flavor, all these haters

Keep on droppin' salt

(Ooh, I fuck with that)

I ain't even write it down

Red Skelton

Laugh out loud, uh, clown

I ain't never go through no heart surgery

Uh, yuh, yuh

'Cause I can't see no lil' ho hurtin' me

Aye, aye, but I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B

Aye, aye, I'm like how the fuck this **** in front of me?

Aye, aye, I'm like what the fuck, this **** been watchin' me?

Like, how this **** sittin' here tellin' me about me?

Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream, aye

That lil' bitch Chauncey say I'm fightin' in my sleep

Yuh, yuh, got three angels on my team, fightin' demons

Lil' bih, ****, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin'

Yeah, nah, nah, ain't no grim, yeah, but I be reapin'

Aye, yuh, aye, it's Valentine's Day

But I'm Halloweenin', yuh

I spin, bend, merry-go-round

Even when I'm married, ****

I'm hoein' around

I don't believe in karma

That shit act flawed

'Cause I done let out rounds

And it ain't come back around, yeah

Identity theft, yeah, yeah, skrrt, skrrt

That's my occupation, I love to pop checks (Identity theft)

I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (Yeah, ooh, ooh)

Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft, aye, aye

They ask me what's my hobby

Bitch, identity theft

I be runnin' up that money

Gotta take a deep breath

I know what's up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf

Fuck it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7S

No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest

I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the streets

I done grew up 'fore I ever went through puberty

I just gave a fool that business with that foolery

Start jackin' **** and whackin' ****, first I was snatchin' jewelry

I bag a **** like groceries

Watch how you approachin' me

Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain't no emotions to me

Drop a hoe like a 14

I'm posted up, Dope Boy Ree's

I gave my heart to the streets

But I got a soft spot for my old G

HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (Yeah)

HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (Yeah)

Touch everybody 'round the country, February 14

Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', February 14

On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain't on codeine

I ain't been on no lean, February 14

Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a dope fiend

February 14, yeah, this February 14 (Aye)