Lyrics
These bitches swearin that they love me, Imma lie and say it back
Don't give a fuck about a hoe
Im leavin bitches inna past
I ain't did shit but smile at her
She trinna fuckk inna vette
Boy all that estrogen you showing
Put some base in yo chest
Yo bitch love it on the Eway
I done ran her miles up
Im on my Future shit, she yours
But today I love her
I fed her once she, coming back
Like you starving yo eater
At the crib mad as hell
When you knowing she a pleaser
Behind this 5% tints
Bitches start acting up
She might've went out with her friends
But she left hoes at the club
In this bitch neck loose
Trynna eat my momma son
I dont wanna hear you proud of me
You only supprised a nigga won
How the fuck you gone get rich
Worried bout the next nigga funds
Yo bitch playing all my songs
Riding around wit yo son
He facetimed me turnt up
Like unk this shit bump
Meaty told me just chase that sack
And watch all them hoes cum
What i spent on these lil diamonds
Cost another nigga whip
l got a bitch that push a tesla,
On autopilot eating dick
And I dont be cheating on my hoes
I have my bitch bring a bitch
Have them meet me at the telle
Bitch not my got my crib
I be throwing that shit on
But i ain't fucking with the pics
This bitch wanna be on a poster
I rather have her in one of my vid
She told me i'm her role model
Bitch you one of my kids
I'm only telling niggas once
Accept yo bitch for who she is
But she can still come and fuck wit e
When she drop off them kids
Nah im 26-0
Don't give a fuck about them kids
I'm trying to run my bag up
You in the way with all that shit
I done took care all my business
I ain't dealin wit no bitches
Screaming like im dj khalid
Cause i kniw that we da best
You can hear it you can feel it
All this press in yo chest
Fuck a training class nigga
I just show up for the test
Come in test me like a tester
Imma press you if it's pressure
Im trying you over backwards
Trying to see who nut faster
No daddy
so you know imma cool ass bastard
Talking big shit like a pastor
No Ai this practice
Move in silence like im casper
Float on carpet, aladin
But i been trappin for a minute
Imma national trapper
Told my momma id be rich
And imma young rich bastard
I cant teach you niggas shit
This ain't testosterone classes
Trapped on the eastide
Got the whole hood dancing
Like to be humble and im classy
She just loud and she ratchet
We know them diamonds fake as hell
Boy yo not dancin
If you ain't fuck me onna east
Then you cant fuck in the mansion
I told the bitch i'm going ghost
After we fuck in the phantom
I'm cutting all you niggas off
If you dont fuck with the family
You know its money over bitches
Turning opps into ashes
You know we standing on the business
Putting niggas in caskets
You pussies better keep it classy
Welcome to Estrogen classes
Eric Newton
O/B/O DistroKid