Freak Accident lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, the man will put you in a bag like a poodle
You f*ck ugly b*tches usual, fubu
Tryna go from dope dealer
I'm tryna go from dope dealer to Coachella
But it's no hope here
Can't even trust the church folk here
But them young boys, they stay posted on the block
Got O's on 'em, like they wearing polka dots, yeah
Made n*gga, makin' a killin'
n*ggas ain't got a clue that the butler did it
Used to move it through the mail
FedEx, UPS, DHL
Uh, they say "Wolf, your rappin' is stupid"
"You should cut back on the lyrics and do jazz music"
Uh, I say I never been to DC
So if I'm at the Whitе House? I'm talking about my n*gga crib that's down the street
But I hope thеse n*ggas don't squeal
It's boy in the balloon, it's a gender reveal
Yeah, right way, left way, which way you goin'?
I'm here for the commas, period, semicolon
Uh, do you know what I been through?
Hat white in the streets like Monica shoes
Call Zelooperz, tell him to paint me a mural
My clothes is fifty-five in Roman numerals
Uh, she world?
But Russell Wilson, I see error in your girl
Yeah, my b*tch say I'm a show-off
I feel like I'm ballin' in a bubble when the section roped off
Uh, the bank a driveway, every time I pull in I got a bag out
She think like cashed out with a bad mouth
My pockets got a tumor
And you got funny money, that's what I call a sense of humor
Uh, your girl was in a coma
She was dyin' to get the di*k and guess who was the organ donor
Yeah, she bust it open like a piñata
She had twins but each baby had a different father
Yeah, can you picture a RV hittin' a Ferrari
That's how it was when I was hittin' your barbie
Yeah, it wasn't supposed to happen
Hit your b*tch by mistake, now that's a freak accident
Uh, yeah, whoo
Hit yo' b*tch by mistake, now that's a freak accident