How to j*rk* lyrics

Cartier glasses, Mama say she want a pair
n*ggas don't want beef with me, I can flex a thousand bands
Used to have thousand friends, bro died and my circle shrunk
I might cop a Lamb Truck, give that b*tch a purple [?}
Fine dining eating lobster, on my feet is purple dunks
Used to fall in love with hoes, nowadays I'm curving smuts
Nowadays I'm curving sl*ts, nowadays I know my worth
My shoes got some spikes on em' , I ain't on no f*ckin turf
Don't reach in my pockets, I kick yo' ass to the curb
Bag is filled up with the blues, pockets look like Papa Smurf
Baby let me teach you how to j*rk (How to j*rk, b*tch!)
Baby let me teach you how to j*rk (How to j*rk, b*tch!)
Baby let mе teach you how to j*rk (How to j*rk, b*tch!)
Baby lеt me teach you how to j*rk (How to j*rk, b*tch!)