It Wasn’t Me lyrics

[Intro]
SSET, SSET, SSET
Yeah, it's lit in this b*tch, motherf*cker
I think I might be happy
I got your ho sucking my motherf*cking di*k
Off the GHB and the adderall and the percocet
She might just vomit on my sh*t
My sh*t ten inches long down her throat
Ay, ay, SSET

[Verse 1]
f*ck with me, tell em n*ggas stop f*ckin'
Cloverfield, hope you run out of luck with me
I'm at the void, feeding models with xans
Keep that sh*t low I ain't tell 'em they're pressed
I done had sex scandals in the press
I heard your mixtape, it was sweat
All of your chains look like f*cking scraps
I was in Rolling Loud with the strap

[Hook]
But it wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P, lil birch
[Verse 2]
Right over left for my stones
Puppet n*gga, hands full
These n*ggas hating cause they poor
Might get 'em booked for a show
Marsha heart still broke
Seen that cute little post
Hoe, you work at whole foods on the low
But that pus*y still got GMO
Boy ,we never was broke, for that we did that song
Ain't no pressure lil n*gga, no respect for you though
Boy, I'm stoned to the bone, never once wifed a hoe
Ashley couldn't get me, so she went, got a clone
I been waiting all summer, been biting my tongue
Licked these n*ggas, Haunter fresh out the ball
Hennessy too and blew up on my phones
Deidara on these clones

[Hook]
But it wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P
[Post-Hook]
b*tch, bastic, boy don't, get yo ass kicked
Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin
pus*y acting hard, I give him everything he asking
b*tch

[Verse 3]
How you let Shaggy's son rip you?
How you let Shaggy's son get you?
You let Shaggy's son get the pistol
Shaggy's son tired of the b*tching
Shaggy's son with two foreign women
Shaggy's son just might run up and hit you
Shaggy's son couldn't f*ck with you n*ggas
Shaggy's son was the one, didn't I tell you
n*gga, I chopped the top, go outer space, I smoke to the face
Broke show, can't get a taste
When I look at you, I see the hate
Put you in your place
I finally came out the plate
Boy I put a pistol to your face
n*gga I'm Banks, swear that I feel like 10k
And I'm feelin like 09' Wayne, I bet you feel like SGP

[Hook]
But it wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P
[Post-Hook]
Boombastic, boy don't, get yo ass kicked
Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin
pus*y acting hard, I give him everything he asking
b*tch

[Outro: Rikrok + Shaggy]
She even caught me on camera
It wasn't me