Nun Else

And no heart in me, bitch, I can't tell you how I feel

I was on my lonesome, it was just me in the field

You is not a shooter, you ain't popping shit without a pill

I won't get that point off you if that shit not sealed

Hit her off a perc, she say the love real

Bitch, I can tell you I chase racks, I can't tell you how I feel

Fleming's got me getting fat, I won't ever miss a meal

That bitch should've hooked her down, she would've got a new Chanel

I can't pair it, lil' parka, I let the foreign park itself

He Plymouth, he a trophy, he gon' get put on the shelf