A.D.H.D., Pt. 2

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Mike D, you can't do this to 'em, man

Bitch, I'm a boss, I don't need no cosign

I took his main bitch, I hit that ho two times

You don't look frosty, you need to get new lines

Yeah, you swag jackin' boy, get you some new rhymes

Pass her off, she only good for my dick

Tyrone up with thirties, got that in the clip

I'm not a gangsta, still roll with the stick

Ten thousand for a show, then I dip

She left her name, number, I might giver her a call

Soon as I need, I got dick in her jaws

No cuffin', baby, thought I told you, that's law

Country thotties like my name Tim McGraw

I got no label, do numbers myself

You signin' for thirty, but up on the shelf

Don't call my phone, you ain't gettin' no help

Frost gang, we winnin', we movin' in stealth

Fuck it, ay, I hit that ho from the side

He talkin' that touchin', but he ain't gon' slide

You say that you down, but you not gon' ride

Say you get money, I know that you lie

Fuck that ho twice, on God, I'ma ditch her

Bitch, I'm the shit, ten bands for a picture

I told her I love her, she know I won't kiss her

Bitch, I'm big homie, start callin' me Mr.

Yuh, ay, still push that big body Benz

The kind that ho called and fucked all her friends

This vitamin D fuck nothin' but tens

You wanna be me, but you can't take no wins

Rappers they all will be thugs in a net

Before I got verified, I had a check

Might fuck up Tiana, her pussy's so wet

I caught me some bae that said fuck a protect

Yeezy Busta cannot bust me

I told her brain and I got it, just trust me

Play with me wrong, DC gon' get ugly

Can't keep hoes around, 'cause they get too fussy

Came from the south, moved west to LA

Still at your necks, do this shit all day

Heated up verse, that boys, they gon' pay

Sad Frosty, I'm blowin', I ain't gonna play, bitch