Your Stepdad - ​pretty bitty throwaway lyrics

Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
Stop calling me bro
You opposition praying on my doom
How long 'til I make it to
The stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
Sweep the competition with my feet 'cause
I can't find a broom
Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious
That ho so obnoxious
Why she always tryna hang with
Me? Prolly 'cause she jobless
Why she always tryna get me high?
Think that shorty copped it (Ayy)
Holy fuck, I never had no options
Now this shorty topless

I got niggas tweaking off my
Music like the vaccine
It don't matter where I get my beats, nigga
Don't ask me
You ask me about my beats one more time
I gotta smack thee
How come every time I check my phone
It look like black knees?
I can tell from looking at her pictures
That's that real detection
She want deano's flying in her face
She don't want real affection
I done got away from shawty early
Jesus really blessing
Why she always tryna point the
Finger? Ain't no real reflection (Damn)

Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
Stop calling me bro
You opposition praying on my doom
How long 'til I make it to
The stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
Sweep the competition with my (yeah)
Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious
That ho so obnoxious
Why she always tryna hang with
Me? Prolly 'cause she jobless
Why she always tryna hang with
Me? Prolly' cause she (Ayy)
Damn, and now this shorty topless