Freak Accident

Yeah, put you in a bag like a poodle
You fuck ugly bitches usual, fubu
Tryna go from dope dealer
I’m tryna go from dope dealer to Coachella
But it’s no hope here
Can’t even trust the church for care
But them young boys, they stay posted on the block
Got O’s on 'em, like they wearing polka dots, yeah
nigga, makin' a killin'
Niggas ain’t got a clue that the butler did it
Used to move it through the mail
FedEx, UPS, DHL
Uh, they say «Wolf, you’re rappin' is stupid»
«You should cut back on the lyrics and do jazz music»
Uh, I say I never been to DC
the White House? I’m talking about my nigga crib that’s down th street
But I hope these niggas don’t squal
It’s boy in the balloon, it’s a gender reveal
Yeah, right way, left way, which way you goin'?
I’m here for the commas, period, semicolon
Uh, do you know what I been through?
Hat white in the streets like Monica shoes
bloopers, tell 'em to pay me
My clothes is fifty-five in Roman numerals
Uh, world
But Russell Wilson, I see in your girl
Yeah, my bitch say I’m a show-off
I feel like I’m ballin' in a bubble when the section roped off
Uh, the bank a driveway, every time I pull in I got a bag out
She think like with a bad mouth
My pockets got a tumor
And you got funny money, that’s what I call a sense of humor
Uh, your girl was in a coma
She was down to get the dick and guess who was the organ donor
Yeah, she bust it open like a piñata
She had twins but each baby had a different father
Yeah, can you picture a RV hittin' a Ferrari
That’s how it was when I was hittin' your barbie
Yeah, it wasn’t supposed to happen
Hit your bitch by mistake, now that’s a freak accident
Uh, yeah, whoo
Hit yo' bitch by mistake, now that’s a freak accident