Revenge Porn

I don't need designer for this drip I'm 'bout to cause

Always shop online 'cause I don't like to go to malls

If I did, then I would probably run into an ex

Then I'd have to hear about how they missin' my sex

'Cause my dick good

Ain't no genie 'round, but man, I wish a bitch would

Cop a pack and roll it all up in a Backwood

Main goal buy a crib out in California like I'm James Woods

Actin' out of line, I be out of reach

Call a **** line, you gon' get the beep

I don't answer calls, I don't like to speak

If I do, you know a ****'s gettin' deep

Ex-shawty said that he gon' leak the tape, haha

Well, bitch, I'm livin' good, and I was lookin' great

I tend to get the check and no, it's never late

I tend to want the pussy after dinner dates

I tend to hear the words, "Damn, that shit was great"

I tend to get online and watch these **** hate

'Cause I love it when these sorry **** take my bait

I can't help it that these women want a **** straight

She told me she could probably change a **** fate

She tryna force me to eat the cake like I'm Anna Mae

I don't answer calls, I don't like to speak

If I do, you know a ****'s gettin' deep

Ex-shawty said that he gon' leak the tape, haha

Well, bitch, I'm livin' good, and I was lookin'

I'm a bad ****, big dick, small figure

Bag-getter, big dreams, long figures

Long nights, long calls with my main hitter

Tryna calm a **** down, so I'm not a quitter

I'm explainin' the feelin' of cravin' and wantin' some more

Complainin' and cryin' and watchin' 'em slammin' the door

Dreams of tours and dreams of countless awards

Fears of coke and lust and Hollywood whores

I don't answer calls, I don't like to speak

If I do, you know a ****'s gettin' deep

Ex-shawty said that he gon' leak the tape (Leak it, ****, leak it)

Well, bitch, I'm livin' good, and I was lookin' great

(Bitch, I'm livin' good and I was lookin' great)

(1-800, I don't give a fuck, ****)

I'm escapin' this like El Chapo, yeah

Give me cheese like nachos

Dinero, the guapo

Why the fuck you call the cops, though? Yeah

Different background, treatin' me like they Gestapos

Took it good, I'm yellin' bravo, yeah

I could get you high with no flyin' like kakapo

Keep the family close, mama say that that's the motto, uh

Shawty is a saint, met him out in West Chicago, uh

Face ten, plus that body shaped just like a model, yeah

Said that you a singer, baby, hit me with vibrato, yeah

Just for you, I had to cop that extra avocado, yeah

Love to hit it rough, then I watch you as you waddle, yeah

Waddle, yeah, waddle, yeah

Waddle, yeah, waddle, yeah (1-800, I don't give a fuck, ****)