Ayo chill chill chill what the fuck
Lemme do my verse
Lemme do my verse
One two three one two three
Yeah no fuck that shit
Turn that shit up
Turn that shit up
Who the fuck got fake friends
Who the fuck got late 'den
Who the fuck who the fuck
Who the fuck got new rims, who the fuck got new tires
Bitch I'm tired
Who the fuck got new friends, who the fuck rep new ends
Who the fuck who the fuck
Who the fuck got new rims
Who the fuck got new tires, bitch I'm tired
Damn 'imma might run this hoe (Woah)
But I'm not an athlete though
Sporty type bitch, I don't track meet, hoe
Get to the spot where the taxi doe
Yo' bitch chillin' in the backseat hoe
Countin' red hundred figures takis tho
Pants, wearin' khakis doe you a nasty hoe
My drip like the backstreet hoe! (Backstreet Boys, yuh, yuh okay)
Who the fuck dance like that
Who the fuck can't fight back
Who the fuck who the fuck
Who the fuck drip like that (Ah ah ah aye)
Evian boy boy no tap
Beanie on boy no cap
Runnin' nonstop toe snap
Rappers need to give my flow back (Yeet)
Damn I shift right, cause my art move like Renaissance
Bitch you shift left 'cus you a motha' fuckin' question mark
And I shift up 'cus I just entered yo' bitch inner parts
I be pimp, fuck who be tellin' me I'm really not (Yuh)
The money stack up, look like leprechaun
Yeah they hate on me before but now I'm silly (Dumb)
I got plenty (Thots)
I got plenty thoughts
Boy be Getting bread you toasted so pick up the crumbs
Who the fuck got fake friends
Who the fuck got late 'den
Who the fuck who the fuck
Who the fuck got new rims, who the fuck got new tires
Bitch I'm tired
Who the fuck got new friends, who the fuck rep new ends
Who the fuck who the fuck
Who the fuck got new rims
Who the fuck got new tired, bitch I'm tired (Eww)
Yeah I'm tired, but most of ya'll sleep
J-town yellow skin freak on the mic, sound deep
Bitch I'm the goat you the sheep
You just another machine, clone, copy, copy that
Baby say my name but call me Dad
Baby love my aim so I cock it back rock it back
Yellow every time like a Rocky hat
Babushka, who the fuck knew ya, duck
Cus' I'm playin' hunt with the fuckin' drums no bullets
But I be sprayin' like the spit from my fuckin' gums, better fuckin' run, Uppercut like I'm MT, faster than the MTR
A deadly car, get you straight down to the damn ER
LOL I bet he alright (Wow)
Wow, zoom like a 458 (Yuh)
Grills on before I ate, fuck lean, can you please pour my grape
Woah (Wow)
Zoom like a 458 (Yuh)
Grills on before I ate, fuck lean, can you please pour my grape (Yuh)
You want to be me but I can't tell you all of my secrets, love
Waste my time on you on Facetime
I can decline, all the free signs, that you gave me (I can decline)
I don't understand (I don't understand)
Why you movin' sideways all the time
You be on the side lanes all the time
The world don't see you vibrate when you cry
Waste my time on you on Facetime
I can press that decline (ohohoh)
Waste my time on you on Facetime
