antique Lyrics

Chompin' on a fatty, bitch I be getting lean, huh

You gon need a body shop, you giving antique

So you run up on the dolla' store, beggin' on yo knees

And you payin' for that sloppy top, I got that shit for free

You stressin' over nothing while I'm chilling straight up bing

And I'm sittin' on the throne like a king, eh

All up on that thing, eh

Pull that g-string, eh

I can see the way that she slobber when she staring at my ring, eh

What's that shiny thing

Oh my god, it's my fit

Run up on my fake friends

Couldn't give a shit

You pushin' my buttons

Your brother imma hit

Make your mom laugh

And we fuckin' till we fit

She pillow screamin', yippee kay yay, yuh

Your body in the mud, can't relate, yuh

See me, I can hear your heart rate, yuh

Pressing my buttons, your mistake, huh

Chompin' on a fatty, bitch I be getting lean, huh

You gon need a body shop, you giving antique

So you run up on the dolla' store, beggin' on yo knees

And you payin' for that sloppy top, I got that shit for free

I think I might have just killed somebody

Um, I don't know

I think it might have been one of your loved ones

I don't really know what to do anymore

Chompin' on a fatty, bitch I be getting lean, huh

You gon need a body shop, you giving antique

So you run up on the dolla' store, beggin' on yo knees

And you payin' for that sloppy top, I got that shit for free

Chompin' on a fatty, bitch I be getting lean, huh

You gon need a body shop, you giving antique

So you run up on the dolla' store, beggin' on yo knees

And you payin' for that sloppy top, I got that shit for free