RIP FOLLIES

Big Booo

I make bitches and **** nervous

I'll still jack son like Curtis, I still geek up on purpose (go)

My bitches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (us)

I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this bitch

Like fuck it, I earned it (oh)

I'll fuck up a bitch, I'll fuck up a ****, I'll fuck up a sack

You know ain't nobody bigger

Okay, okay

These bitches ain't got home trainin' (damn, damn)

If I walk in the house, on the wall, it ain't no painting (ooh)

I ain't stayin' (go), chillin' like Cleopatra (mwah)

I ain't never gon' make it confusing, I'm always gon' at ya (yeah, yeah)

I been waitin' for a bitch to send shots, I'ma send back at her (go)

Like a package too big, I'ma put her on the floor and drag her

Like fuck is you sayin'? This shit bringin' out laughter (it's Booo)

Like fuck 'em, they wasn't a part of my life in the last chapter

I'm whippin' a Raptor (zoom)

I'm seein' the future like Baxter (uh-huh)

I'm out in New York with a dagger (uh-huh)

These rap-ass bitches some actors (damn)

Slap me a bitch and I'll ask my questions after

Slap me a bitch and I'll ask my questions

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah)

Big Booo

I make bitches and **** nervous

I'll still jack son like Curtis, I still geek up on purpose (go)

My bitches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (us)

I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this bitch

Like fuck it, I earned it (ooh)

I'll fuck up a bitch, I'll fuck up a ****, I'll fuck up a sack

You know ain't nobody bigger (KB)

Okay, okay

I'll never smile in the face of a bitch I don't like (yeah)

I leave that to y'all (ooh)

I mark up her face with my paws (okay)

I'm so geeked, I done locked up my jaw (damn)

So petite, I'm bon appétit

Ten pounds, a whole lot a weed

I'm smokin', he suckin' my feet (mm)

I just won pretty bitch of the week (damn)

Thought I won that shit every week

Hah, whippin' that shit on E

I'm more player than most of these **** (for sure)

I be paranoid, checkin' my rearview

If you rich, I'ma order the menu

If you broke, then I-

That mean I'm nonexistent (sheesh)

Inside of the whip like biscuits (damn)

It's brown and tan, like my molly (go)

R.I.P. Follies (mm, not the)

Not the two

(Mwah)

It's us

'Crete