Symph0ny - OK - Bedroom Freestyle Lyrics

Fuck a bad bitch now she thinks that she loves me (Uh)
She must think that I'm coming from something
Like I'm coming from money, the way I sip on Bacardi
She thinks this type of endurance comes from throwing parties.
I'm in the club don't give a fuck of you are or who you're not
I don't care about how imma get rocked
I don't care about my spot or pulling up on my block
Yeah, get the glock and let it pop off
Cause you're not who you say you are, You're not a G
Motherfucker look at you, a pussy (uh)
Even in a faster car, it couldn't be
A possibility that you ever beat me (uh)
He runs the game, you think he's lame but you know his name
Never preaches money and doesn't do it for fame
I think it's funny
How people are always so fucking cunning to be the funny cunt, they end up looking like a cunty runt
You can pop off and blow an ops top off
But you're not god, so you can just fuck off
You look like a lost dog, i'm not your master
So you better run faster
Yeah
Look at you, look like a fucking turd
Yeah, Amber Heard looking motherfucker
Running out of fucking words
To describe your bitch ass that would make you hurt
Like the end of a lesson, tell me what you learned

Fuck a bad bitch now she thinks that she loves me (Uh)
She must think that I'm coming from something
Like I'm coming from money, the way I sip on Bacardi
She thinks this type of endurance comes from throwing parties.
I'm in the club don't give a fuck of you are or who you're not
I don't care about how imma get rocked
I don't care about my spot or pulling up on my block
Yeah, get the glock and let it pop off
Cause you're not who you say you are, You're not a G
Motherfucker look at you, a pussy (uh)
Even in a faster car, it couldn't be
A possibility that you ever beat me (uh)
He runs the game, you think he's lame but you know his name
Never preaches money and doesn't do it for fame
I think it's funny
How people are always so fucking cunning to be the funny cunt, they end up looking like a cunty runt
You can pop off and blow an ops top off
But you're not god, so you can just fuck off
You look like a lost dog, i'm not your master
So you better run faster
Yeah
Look at you, look like a fucking turd
Yeah, Amber Heard looking motherfucker
Running out of fucking words
To describe your bitch ass that would make you hurt
Like the end of a lesson, tell me what you learned