Hardly

Yo girl wanna love on me I don't want her luckily

Bitch cause I'm a don with silver spoons and silver cutlery

I ain't saving face I paint her face and say its lovely

People tryna undermine that's why they gonna be under me

Don't gotta hawk on track to hawking postitions on the charts

These niggas comedian I hear it they bars

You can keep the bag I take the backend from the start

And leave out with the equity to start over tomorrow

Body count too high you better hit her with a rubber

Don't kiss her in the mouth you put her face into the covers