Deezo301 - Confusing Lyrics

(Damn, damn, yeah)
(Just like the what?)
(Feel like the who?)
(The what?)
(You a what?)
(Got damn, sheesh)
Feel like the newspaper boy took the paper route
Imma savage wit Ms in my bank account
I was chillin kicked back wasn't saying much
'Til a on-dick ass nigga started hating now
Big bag on me, fit drip stupid
Ryu that bitch hadukon
New whip push start zoomin'
Talkin' 'bout racks he don't got it's confusing
Feel like the newspaper boy took the paper route
Imma savage wit Ms in my bank account
I was chillin kicked back wasn't saying much
'Til a on-dick ass nigga started hating now
Big bag on me, fit drip stupid
Ryu that bitch hadukon
New whip push start zoomin'
Talkin' 'bout racks he don't got it's confusing
Damn damn aye
Y'all niggas got me right back on my bullshit I'm gone off all kind of shit
Uh
Slide in the party my niggas all gnarly I'm tryna get Roddy Ricch
Uh
Ice on both wrists sub zero aye
Young nigga in my prime bitch D-Rose
Aye
Tryna say that nigga know me
They too busy acting phony
Got damn I'm the nigga big Deezo
Aye
Whoa
I get the money Wells Fargo
Tryna get paid like 500 a bar though
Shawty so wet she told me bring a poncho
F*ck then she gone, quick, pronto
Out like a light I guess I'm feeling sicko
Said that she thick but she built like a hippo
Said that he balling he don't even dribble
I just make money f*ck up instrumentals
Damn
Feel like the newspaper boy took the paper route
Imma savage wit Ms in my bank account
I was chillin kicked back wasn't saying much
'Til a on-dick ass nigga started hating now
Big bag on me, fit drip stupid
Ryu that bitch hadukon
New whip push start zoomin'
Talkin' 'bout racks he don't got it's confusing
Feel like the newspaper boy took the paper route
Imma savage wit Ms in my bank account
I was chillin kicked back wasn't saying much
'Til a on-dick ass nigga started hating now
Big bag on me, fit drip stupid
Ryu that bitch hadukon
New whip push start zoomin'
Talkin' 'bout racks he don't got it's confusing
Damn damn aye