Forgot to Wipe

Imma finna get under the covers in a minute And accost that motherfucker in my slumber where

I get it on the reg Because literally all I'm finna do most

Of the time is fuckin' bitches Unless someone tell the pigs

And I ain't talkin' bout them bitches No, I'm tryna figure what I meant

Wait, scratch that part, wrote this shit shit-faced on weed man All I really gotta do's now feel a sense of urgency

Bout beatin' all them bots that buy them Yeezys and the shit supreme sell.

Literally moments after dropping, disappearing And appearing for a higher price now

What the Hell, those shoes were at a price I could afford A thought occurring now dear brain about Kanye and Kim

They playin' all of us Because eventually, Ye gon' wanna be back with

His baby mama Eatin' on that booty, broke the internet

He payin' with his credit card, he buys cement, some bags and yarn