Don't Want It - Killumantii

Bitch you ain’t poppin' till I say you is

And ain’t shit stoppin' till I say it is

Get it all at once, I don’t care I spend

I don’t know what the fuck a budget is

Hopped in the game, I’m interceptin' shit

Step outta line, I’m wackin' bitches' shit

If they ain’t gang I can’t trust it

You can’t compete, bitch, just quit

The love they be showin' so fake it’s synthetic

See straight through them hoes, yeah them hoes pathetic

You pee on the way and that muhfucker epic

Mac to her face and no this ain’t cosmetic

Chasin' the bag, you could say I’m athletic

Can’t hang witchu lames, y’all don’t match my aesthetic

I’m slaughterin' bitches, it’s in my genetics

I don’t fuck with no sweet bitches, I’m a diabetic

Not apologetic, I’m problematic

Under that wig yeah your hair probably matted

To come for the kids you gon' need different tactics

You ain’t on shit bitch, we two different fabrics

I’m fast and you slow, we’re two different dynamics

Run that bitch over, now she a mechanic

I’ve been out here winnin', I know they can’t stand it

The kids y’all wouldn’t understand it

Y’all bitches don’t want it, for real

Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can’t)

Y’all bitches don’t want it (at all) for real

Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry)

I-I-I-I swear to God they don’t want it

I swear to God I be on it

If I flex in it I own it

Motherfuck all my opponents

Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen

These bitches don’t want it (they don’t), for real (I know they don’t)

Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real

Your ghostwriter don’t want it and you don’t want it neither

I’m in love with this money and I’m not a cheater

Married to the guap and I’m never gonna leave her

Four shows in one night, I’m a overachiever

They all used to doubt me, now they all believers

Hangin' off the bleachers, they scream and go leer

They like what they see, yeah they wish they could be it

But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her

Until Killuminati a new Bugatti (Skrrt)

I’m murderin' niggas and stackin' the bodies

My wrist treat him like a hobby

My crew full of killas, I roll with them jockeys

Can’t nobody stop me, not one bitch can top me

I could be a door and y’all still couldn’t knock me

Blood on my wrist, yeah that bitch is tsunami

Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn the shit he brought me

Rapping on a class, I ain’t stop till she caught me

Flossin' on TV, now my haters get to watch me

Tell the jeweler, watch please, I don’t care the cost be

Y’all ain’t really helpin' out the kids so don’t ask me

Cash please, hunnits in the bag please

Y’all niggas act, you can’t rap, trashy

Lick your top lip 'cause that motherfucker ashy

I hate a slut bitch who be playin' like she classy

Y’all bitches don’t want it, for real

Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can’t)

Y’all bitches don’t want it (at all) for real

Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry)

I-I-I-I swear to God they don’t want it

I swear to God I be on it

If I flex in it I own it

Motherfuck all my opponents

Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen

These bitches don’t want it (they don’t), for real (I know they don’t)

Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real