Just Sayin' Shit

Crocs on, with the vegan snacks in my bag

From bikini bottom, might just eat me a salad

Yeah i'm in my bag, pullin strings, feelin glad

It's fuck them white kids, but they still think I'm rad

D-icle, nothin like you

Short and sweet, like a haiku

I feel excited I light it

And watch the smoke fill up the room

You **** borin I'm snorin

I shake shit up like a typhoon

B is for bad bitch

P for period

That's the end of the cycle

Wishy washy ****, yeah I hate that

My **** fine as hell, sell dope and got a face tat

Like when he make my legs stutter like m-m-m-m-maybach

He say "I got it lil mama", close my eyes and then I lay back

But that ain't even what we talking bout

It's me, flower in bloom

The queen bee of da house

Really just talkin cause I ain't made shit in a while

Is this music shit for me

Or am I in denial