Darko in that bi’h crazy
Yeah, yeah
Hold on, Retro
I can tell that she want me ’cause she always sends subliminals
Lookin’ for the best? Look no further then the pinnacle
Came with full metal, yeah, I’m ridin’ with the sentinel
Check my PayPal, yes, I got the cash digital [Let’s go
Claimin’ that he balled, guaranteed he won’t guard me
She can’t stand me, so I told her, “Get SeatGeek”
MVP season, now I’m ballin’ like the Greek Freak
Heard he wanna learn the flow, but I don’t give out tutorials
Care less about opinions, I’ll write the editorials
They don’t like you because your songs is so deplorable [They don’t
Make her hit the shoulder dance when I start to flow
And I know she tip-ridin’ ’cause I’m ’bout to blow
n#gg#s think that they nice, boy, you barely dope
Get praise off a little verse, feel like the Pope [Hold on, Retro
And I don’t do the Perc’s, but I’m energized
And the head wasn’t as good as she advertised
Off the top when I rap, call it improvised
Didn’t know me back in school, but now she recognize
All these wins on my list, got me feelin’ like the Warriors
She gon’ arch it better when she know that I’m recordin’ her
Droppin’ heat on the track, but I know I got some more to burn
On the grind now, but I know I got some more to learn
Can’t waste mines ’cause I barely got the time
n#gg#s clout chasin’, don’t care about the grind
Playmakin’ with the verse, I be passin’ out the lines
Shorty so bad, she a hall of fame dime [Hall of Fame badges
Hijack the beat, we ain’t playin’ BO2
Like a random iMessage, I’ll pop up out the blue
Thinkin’ that she bad, man, them hoes been through
Ballin’ like I’m MJ, man, it gotta be the shoes
Finally quit rap, man, you should’ve been done
Talkin’ ’bout hits, but you never had one
Tae up ten, competition down one
If these rounds get harder, you gon’ need a GobbleGum
How you gon’ steal the sauce if you don’t know the recipe?
Who is that? That’s your girl standin’ next to me
Claimin’ that she love you, LOL, whatever that means
Wanna get her back, but too bad if she a Tae fiend
Ayy, I’m a well-known stat stuffer
Big cappin’, you a well-known stat buffer
Run the point, but I still put up big numbers
Check the follow-through, you can tell I only shoot jumpers
You can’t copy my style, boy, I’m top tier
Barely hittin’ ten K, but that was last year
Never stressin’ over fame ’cause I know it’s near
Feelin’ like Ed, you gon’ fold tryna dodge a spear
If it’s money on the way, then I’m runnin’ like a hustle play
Fastbreak with it, yeah, I’m doin’ it the Russell way
If there’s plays to be made, then I’m doin’ it the Penny way
Shouts out to, made seventy the other day
Shouts out to Cali’ ’cause I’m comin’ like an earthquake
Bro in his feelings, in the whip bumpin’ Care Take
I don’t wanna split, man, I’m tryna get the whole safe
Cappin’ on the ‘Gram, fell off, that’s his own fate
Man, I just went dumb bruh
I mean- I mean, I know I’m winnin’ rookie of the year, but like, now I’m tryna get MVP this year bro
Darko in that bi’h crazy
Huh, Retro
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