Elephant - cupcakKe

It feel hot as Hell in this studio, man

I feel like snatchin' out this wig, goin' crazy

It’s finna get ugly for you hoes

They like cupcakKe you gotta do more, why the fuck you don’t do features?

(Oh)

'Cause it’s no face, no case, that’s why I don’t do the shit, let me teach you

(That all)

Got one call, keep the circle small, like the lace hoes in your sneakers (On

God)

I be a City Girl, finna clap a bitch, chopper make her shake like Careisha

I’m on your pop boy, no JB, uh

Hella woke but I play sleep, uh

Want a verse?

Gotta pay me

Ain’t shit free, no JT

He got a mask on 'cause his breath stank

That shit ain’t due to no COVID, hoe

The draco puttin' holes in 'em, man it look like I’m spellin' OVO

Man Nicki ain’t won a Grammy yet?

That ain’t sittin' right, that’s hate

And my makeup be on beat

I bet Blueface can’t relate

They say you lackin' when it come to interviews, I say, «Nah, nigga,

I’m straight»

'Cause it’s no need for a Breakfast Club, if you already done ate

Like a nigga did on that one night, I forgot to shave, that’s weird

That nigga left the house with no facial hair but I sent him back with a beard

(Damn)

When I’m the hood bro, I’m good hoe, when they offer food and beers

'Cause these niggas got roaches, so I just hold the cup and say «Cheers»

No I don’t wanna drink, give a fuck what you think

And my attitude stink but my pussy still pink

Walk in with a mink, drip hard like the sink

And the Glock get drown on a nigga, black ink

Bitches so rude when I’m out with my dude

They be starin' at him and they don’t even blink

Fuck it I gave her a black and no peas

Now that bitch don’t even know how to wink

Now she Fetty Wap, while I’m gettin guap

Bitches all frown when I speak

Think she fly, must be Spirit

'Cause I swear to God that’s cheap

Told that bitch reach your feet

There’s no way my nigga gon' cheat

'Cause it’s Rosa Parks on a nigga face, I ain’t gettin' off from this seat

(Hahaha)

If you got somethin' to say, then say it bitch

You better say it with your chest

Everyday I make another bitch, pissin' like a walkin' pregnancy test

Shawty I’m all the way on the top floor and you damn near front desk

It take one bullet, now you Heaven singin' like Keisha Cole, said the rest

Niggas get a haircut and a Gucci belt, they all wanna flex in they shitty

clothes

Whole time money shorter than Tory Lanez on his tippy toes

So slick with the shit, you can never peep when I’m out here

Like I can say I got a bogger, and that just mean wipe a nigga nose

Talk shit on the internet then I pulled up, she was hella proper

Since her brain so foggy, bring back Kobe

Put it in the helicopter

And it’s RIP, to his daughter, man

We gon' ball like Gigi

Shoot on they neck then their ass dead

These hoes elephant, Fifi

Ayy yo, hoes so silly

Flow on Milli

Bitches turned out four-five big dealers

Pussy so trilly

He paid the billy

Then I let him fuck, oh no, not really

Everything is a steak like Philly

Tea so hot that it’s finna get spilled

This for Chicago, 63rd Cosmos

But I got cribs in Hollywood Hill-y

Last night I met Karen, I had to beat the bitch on the cargos (Stupid ass)

2020 nigga still racist but he with the hard shows

Black and white says it’s unity, we could really look like a bar code

But right now I feel like doin' laundry, can’t mix the whites with the dark

clothes

No nigga, I’m not convinced

This that muhfuckin' oppulence

If not me, who toppin' this?

Know we ain’t shit but the opposites

You show muhfuckin' common sense

In the face I let the

Now she talking 'bout, «Let's make up»

Do I look like Rihanna, bitch?

Please cupcakKe, cupcakKe please, can you take this shit ease?

(No)

I’m in my bag like I’m in King Crab, let me roll up my sleeve

These hoes irritate my soul, like seein' Air Forces with the creases (What are

those?)

And you know I keep that .40, that bitch bussin' like Bernice, on God