| Sorry, bitch, I really don't remember your name |
| Hoodie smell just like the pack stinking up the whole plane |
| I'm addicted to the 808 like it was cocaine |
| Taking straight to the head (Buh!), Kurt Cobain |
| Spitting gas, hurting your feelings, I'm propane |
| Mama put that soap up in my mouth for talking profane (Yeah) |
| Got that chopstick, I turn the opps into lo mein |
| I be rapping for the fun of it, they rapping for fame |
| Yeah, you say you want that shit, but all you do is complain |
| It's a shame, yo' daddy didn't leave you a cum stain |
| Scrolling on the internet, you suffering with thumb strain |
| Yo' bitch wanna go retarded on my dick, dumb brain |
| If you come over to my crib, you gonna find your bitch's lipstick |
| I'm walking 'round with Kevlar boots, Puta go ballistic |
| You cannot link with me, but you can meet up with my fist quick |
| My choppa don't care how you feel, I think he autistic (Yeah) |
| I fuck with bitches that's the same color as a biscuit, Biscoff (Yeah) |
| I can't fuck with you, unless it's noodles with the fish sauce |
| Cooking up so crazy in the stu' might whip my wrist off |
| I be so locked in, people asking me if I'm pissed off (Uh) |
| Nah, that just how my face look |
| You faker than AI shit yo' grandma share on Facebook |
| Every time I get the chance to kill it, I say, "Okay" (Yeah) |
| I rap like I just fucked up my Achilles, bitch, I don't play (Yuh) |
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| (Don't play) |
| Man, how are you gonna switch up on the gang? (Don't play) |
| A-a-and don't be talking to me, bitch, you should go away, uh |
| This ain't no Twitch stream, ho, I don't play (Uh) |
| (Don't play) |
| Man, how are you gonna switch up on the gang? (Don't play) |
| Yeah, don't be talking to me, bitch, you should go away |
| And this ain't no Twitch stream, ho, I don't play (Don't play) |
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| (Ha-ha-ha, yuh, don't play) |
| (Don't play) Ha-ha |
| (Don't play) |
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