Watrr (Ayy, turn it up, Xoul)
I want a—
I want a Jack and Jill bathroom for all my jits who ain't have no pot to piss
I don't ever get imposter syndrome, stay by the alley, I'm Ross Lynch
Pickpocket or you wallet watchin'?
Pop Plan B's like Jocelyn
I'm lookin' around for commas, bitch, and you lookin' round for compliments
I got Steve Maddens on my feet, we used to share the Shoe-Goo
Jit be milkin' his dog in the can, you won't even give him a "YooHoo"
Ayy, I ain't finna bite my tongue, you can't fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus
I'm shining
I can't wait 'til they test my diamonds
They know that I popped my door
They fuck with you more, when you violent
She wanna go on vacation, we got Turks at home
We got Turks at the crib, she screaming out Layla tov
Since a jit I was up to something, cracka, they claimed my fucking cousin
Run the city like David Grutman, steppin' on shit, I beat my bunion
My Glock and my phone, they both got buttons
All that I hang around is gunmen
Whip out my meat, this dime be muttin'
Bad bitch screamin' out, "Fuck me to tears", I'd rather eat out a raw onion
Drive through the woods, peepin' out my side mirror, I keep a uzi no bluffin'
50K for the feat, like fuck me runnin'?
I'm tryna stay stuntin', why you buntin'?
You tryna kick shit jit, we puntin'
Clutchin' on fire like an arson, for any lil' bitch wanna lurk
Screen print in the apartment, put them crackers on a shirt
And all of that shit got merch, it was just me and MikeCookBurst
Remember when they used to rank a jit?
Now every opp mama need a handkerchief
I'll pluck a opp, them boys weird, I'll yank a bih
Said I was a gimmick, y'all was fuckin' around with props and shit
That boy was shittin' on you crackers, while he ain't even have no pot to piss
I want a Jack and Jill bathroom for all my jits who ain't have no pot to piss
I don't ever get imposter syndrome, stay by the alley, I'm Ross Lynch
Pickpocket or you wallet watchin'? Pop Plan B's like Jocelyn
I'm lookin' around for commas, bitch, and you lookin' round for compliments
I got Steve Maddens on my feet, we used to share the Shoe-Goo
Jit be milkin' his dog in the can, you won't even give him a "YooHoo"
Ayy, I ain't finna bite my tongue, you can't fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus
