bird box

cupcakke

pull up to your addy

hop out of the caddy

i'm up on my bully and today i'm aggy

i fuck on your daddy

i do this shit gladly

'cause he wanna hang like his fucking pants saggy

but he gotta come with them bands

bitch so flat that a bitch can't land

if it ain't the money then what is you saying?

bitch catch both hands like i'm praying

wait yeah

momma say this pussy thicker than pepper steak

put it on his face like pepper spray

i even tell him no only yesterday

never catching me lagging bitch

i'm outchea and i'm ready hoe

put a spell on a bitch like i'm whipping up some spaghettios

pass that up

i'ma cash that buck

if my grass stay cut

won't last off luck

no cast but i cut niggas fast as fuck

i been a g

no wagon or truck

i put a nigga on a shirt and i ain't talking 'bout no merch drop

this pussy worth a lot of bread

so we gon' call this bird box

that bitch slower than a turtle

ay

tell her to rap like a girdle

ay

he claiming me i'ma hurt him

ay

that ain't my baby

i'm fertile

ay

niggas showing they true colors

my true colors stay purple

'cause they need to see that i'm royalty

put the glasses on steve urkel

yeah

i finger myself on the stage

it wasn't underage

they lied

i wonder when a bunch of college kids screaming fuck me" turned five

Full Lyrics: bird box - cupcakke