Yeah, yeah
Held him hostage (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the ruby gun, and the nerf gun, right to his face (fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Cause’ he thinks that all his jokes are funny, and he’s out of place, and he won’t go away
Hah! Yeah! yeah, you thought
Shorty she a thot
Depressed everyday like i am $NOT
These kids are trippin and they trot
Br- bro think he tough, yeah he sippin on that wok
Two cups and some purple stuff you gonna get messed up
Didn’t mess with Ryan cuz he was super messed up
I might fail but you know I got a double jump
Chase him down the alley yeah he finna get jumped
Spreading cash with my hands
Drive up to the bank to deposit 20 bands All you guys are trash cans
I’m living in my land
She screwed her 1 and only chance
Get treated like a king but my name isn’t prance
Watch me do my lil dance
She said that she a fan
Man, she want me for my clout
I be chillin in the clouds
Hope my mind don’t spill out and go boom pow
Anger let loose out
I be throwin’ hands at my own couch
Bro that’s your own pouch
I don’t be messin’ wit you
Cause’ I’m not cool wit you
Cause’ I’m not messin with you
And I don’t vibe wit ya
Cause’ you mad weird when I’m with ya
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