"Ben Stiller" lyrics

I really came in wit nothin'
I pray that they free the cousins
Thank the Lord that I'm good
Poker face when I wasn't
Told bro I miss him & love him
Them niggas zippered my stomach
My bitches slim and exotic
Lil Zendaya or something

Ain't have a pot to piss
Still made it pop 'n' shit
2 a.m., tinted
Treated Newark like Metropolis
Fuck me up that broski ratted
Say it's mine, I make her tatt it
Let my daughter read my paperwork
She need to know her daddy

I feel safe with the shooters
Who be making these rules up?
Emoji face, she confused
I put eaters in Ubers
I bought this from a booster
50,000, I blew it
Matte black Ram truck
It's a Puka Nacua

Parole papers, nigga snakes
I'm trying practice patience
Bitch want attention
Send attachment
Mirror selfies naked
I sent a heart
She made a face
I'm cold-hearted, baby
Just talk to bro
They gave him 30
Pray that shit ain't break 'em

Ain't never finished college
Bachelor's, it's in sliding

I Van Cleef'd Alannah
I AMG'd mama
I gave this gang shit all I had
I never made a dollar
And if this ain't LeBron shit
Then call me Tsu'ka Doncic