R.i.p. Ms. Connie Testo

Yeah (Lean sip)
(We got London on da track)
We on that type of time
You understand?
We standin' on business (Yeah)
You know London? (Phew)
Rich gang, YSL (Ayy)
Ayy, free slime (Talk to them, muthafuckin—uh)
Ayy, Uzi?
You got the ball, it's your turn playboy Let's get it

I put my dick in your momma (Yeah)
I put the drum on the Tommy (Yeah)
I take the [?] out the zombie
She barely saw me that night
Rest in peace to, um, Ms. Connie
I'm the freshest, Abercrombie
I swear that bitch on her [?]
Got a bitch, look like Ashanti
Stank pussy, smell just like cheddar (Blagh)
Sexual bitch, and she hetero
Orchestrate, yeah, editorial (Phew)
I just pay for a burial (Yeah)
Suck my dick then I'll marry you
She suck on the jet, she get aerial
Now, why the fuck would I just care 'bout you?
You fucked so many niggas, embarrassed too

Most of my bitches, they dancers The shit—I won't say, I'll get cancelled
I 'member back I was younger, Google told me I had cancer
Ball like I'm Deion Sanders, Nike, my SB, no Pandas
Most of my bitches, they stand up
Fucking on hoes, every [?]
Bitch I'm a square like the sand dust
Drop-top the coupe like a sandal
They can't do me like I'm Jeffery
They can't do me like I'm Hammer
She tried to act like the chimpanzee
She tryna eat the banana
I'm tryna pull up, a Lambo
[?]
And that big bitch, she get ratchet
She in Dubai with a fatty
I'm in Dubai with a baby, eatin' on hummus and crackers
My new man [?]
Bitch you debate like a tackle
I got a nigga [?]
Bro chewed him up like some bad food
Double pop collar, my foreign
I get tickets like raffles
Only in Philly, get packs gone
You ain't got swag, you shot [?]
I got a bad, foreign, thick bitch
I cannot see her like Ab-Soul
I take the Molly with [?]
I cannot take that lil' capaule
Bitch I take drugs, see my P.O
Want act like it's nothing, I took a picture for her kids
I fucked a bitch at the top of the week, I had to change my sheet 'cause she peed on my bed
Those shits you got on is not, um, a fur coat [?] like a bear
I don't wear fur coats, but if I just do it, don't do a mink, save it 'cause that shit 'gon shed
So many foreigns, played musical chairs
They say I'm trash, I got musical fears
I change my style four times a year
Bitch, I can't die, got dye in my hair
If people don't like me, you think that I care?
Can't feel my spirit 'cause I be on clear
Everytime it's achievment, my team, it say cheers
Hold on, I required a [?]
I got my, woo, I'm outta here
30 my clip like my [?]
My Glock 'gon assist me like it [?] (Yeah)
My Glock 'gon assist me like it [?] (Yeah)
My Glock 'gon assist me like it [?] (Yeah)

Yeah, I put my dick in your momma (Yeah)
I put the drum on the Tommy (Yeah)
I take the [?] out the zombie
She barely saw me that night
Rest in peace to, um, Ms. Connie
I'm the freshest, Abercrombie
I swear that bitch on her [?]
Got a bitch, look like Ashanti
Stank pussy, smell just like cheddar (Blagh)
Sexual bitch, and she hetero
Orchestrate, yeah, editorial (Phew)
I just pay for a burial (Yeah)
Suck my dick then I'll marry you
She suck on the jet, she get aerial
Now, why the fuck would I just care 'bout you?
You fucked so many niggas, embarrassed too

Yeah, it's up in the stu'
So high we can't see the bop, on nap
Free the real, for real, free the real
Blatt