My Beginning

In the rubber motha mode, he's running back like, b*tch, what
Hold up, Gigi, b*tch, I throw up
At least the middle finger said that
I'm up to the close up
Don't step on the door
F*ck, sick bang, bang, bang
Whoopies that slide exist
Pit somebody numb
Drippin' the shawty pump
Tipped to the clock with the body dump
I want these m*therfuckers, they know what
I need done
Sloppy puffs with the blunt, I'm too f*cked up to f*ck up a cup
Try and copy us, but what
Suicide out of shawty up
B*tch
I'm