Certified Boko Lover ft. Nova-G & MTV Zupko Lyrics

Ayy, scrollin' these niggas fuckin' no control

Blessed type, bitches ain't givin' me a toll

Thunder droppin', be eatin' this beat whole

Sample this shit, stronger than a black hole

Fuck these wishes, I'm wishin' of wells

My life all crashin' down, fuck, I need me a belt

Tight, tight, tight, and these bitches all white

And I can't fuck no bitch if she don't put up a fight

How I gotta take it easy if I do shit the hard way

Put my songs in the Billboard 100, hang that shit in Broadway

One or eleven, lift my shit twice, see me in heaven all day

My phone keeps ringin', even if I don't call back

No way

Driftin' away, away from my dream

Fuck two bitches, both of them scream

Signs pointin' right, my life ain't complete

Gotta wake up, make this shit feel real

Bitches ridin' on my dick, bitches ridin' in my car

Yeah, they ridin' in my Ferrari R8

Gotta use them dragon balls to get them out of my life

They are useless, they are waste, all they do is give sex

Just like you, dumb nigga, dumb gay hoe

You ain't nothin' but a troll, livin' in your mom's basement, gay hoe

Beggin' me for money, you a motherfuckin' gay hoe

Tryna take my money, but got nothing on me, gay hoe

My life is dropping, my dreams exotic

Tight whitted losers, make me change topic

Rapidly playin', these dollars potraying

Gamblin' my soul, gettin' no return

Demons in my head goin

Dark, dark, dark, yarr, dark

Demons in all red goin

Yarr, yarr, yarr, yarr, yarr

Niggas in my bed doin

Harr, harr, harr, harr, harr

Got me over there flowin

Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar

Look at your social media, you're just a lil comedia

Everyone just copying your depression, your expression

Look at your fuckin' audience, are you talkin' from experience?

Are all your fans caught up in your own delirience

This shit got me trippin', bitch, I'm off the heels

Pour my shit into a loop, let them listen once for real

Wake the sun in the night from a flame to a fire

I don't need to spark my light, I got a fuckin' lighter

Yea, yea

I wasn't feelin' bitches, I was in here feelin' hoes

Take a 10 clock on my wrist, like I can't wear no Prada, this my own clothes

I'll get ten bitches put em all on a desert island

And take away the electronics, this shit gettin' violent