"bipolar" lyrics

Try me, bitch, come try to fuck with me
I'm in my center, bitch, I switch personalities
Hannah Montana
I need millions of dollar bills and weed in my cabana
Yeah, and she just wanna shake that ass
In clubs inside Havana

Yeah, I'm on my shit
Say a fucking word, I swear I bust right through that bitch
Clip is fucking loaded, posted up right on my hip
Bitch, I stomp your fucking face in, but it barely scratch the itch

Smile on her face 'cause she knows that I'm the bestest
Real men stand in their center when they're tested
God gave a mission, He said, "Son, watch where your head is"
Blade cut his esophagus, that boy is turning breathless

Blood splatter on the wall—hi, I'm Dexter
Shirt red drippin', boy, it surely isn't ketchup
Focus on myself, bitch, I finna get my racks up
Kill everybody 'cause I felt a little extra

Try me, bitch, come try to fuck with me
I'm in my center, bitch, I switch personalities
Hannah Montana
I need millions of dollar bills and weed in my cabana
Yeah, and she just wanna shake that ass
In clubs inside Havana

Yeah, I'm on my shit
Say a fucking word, I swear I bust right through that bitch
Clip is fucking loaded, posted up right on my hip
Bitch, I stomp your fucking face in, but it barely scratch the itch