Got no sleep
Like insomnia, like insomnia
Got so much, think it’s in my nose, in my nose
Yuh, feelin’ a weakness in my knees that I can barely even breathe
Sit on the couch ’bout to catch up my breath
Nose feel a tickle, gonna sneeze (Ayy, ayy)
Think I need hoes to come love on me, f#ck on me
Choke on this dick so I feel super pleased
I’m tryna grind in this sh#t to get right where I need
So I can laugh and count up my cheese
Tony Montana, I’m rulin’
Teachers I’m schoolin’ to do what I’m doin’ (D-d-d-do)
Super-speed action, on track like I’m Usain
Killin’ this sh#t like I’m goin’ insane
Nikes my checks when I’m rockin’ my socks (What?)
I’m Mr. Moseby, I’m certified boss
Catch like a Patriot, I’m Randy Moss
Won’t sеll my soul, devil ask for the cost
Barely gеt sleep so I m#st#rb#t# daily
I f#ck with this m#lf and her daughter named Bailey
Don’t work nine to five, I do music to pay me
My lyrics go fast like the furious, race me
I’m so sick (Super sick)
Sick of the nonsense (What?)
f#ck up my conscience
Drink got me nauseous (What?)
I’m so sick (What, what?)
Sick of this nonsense
Pay what it’s costin’
Slit like a goth b#tch
I’m so sick (Icky-sicky)
Sick of the nonsense (Super sicky)
f#ck up my conscience
Drink got me nauseous (What, what?)
I’m so sick (Got my jacket)
Sick of this nonsense
Pay what it’s costin’ (Chicken noodle soup)
Slit like a goth b#tch (What, what?)
Hit it like a BB, I’ma shoot ’em with the lyrics
I don’t really give a sh#t, I gotta put it in my spirit
Beatin’ up a m#th*rf#ck*r, gotta put him under pressure
Gotta keep it super grimy when I’m givin’ him a lecture
Juggle my thoughts in my head like it’s soccer
Mosh pit the scene like a motherf#ckin’ rocker
Buy her a necklace then I can rock her
Go to my house, there is nothin’ to stop her
She give me head while I give her a noogie
This is my sh#t, got a hoodie like Boogie (What?)
Titty so sweet like a chocolate chip cookie
I enter this game like a number one rookie (Ah!)
f#ck a job, I’ma make my own pay-pay
Rambo with the AK
I am the commander, obey what I say-say
Spinnin’ on my dick like it’s a motherf#ckin’ Beyblade
Jax in attack mode, yeah he ’bout to rage-rage (Ah!)
Fresh like a mint (What?)
Windows blacked out, super tint (What?)
She gon’ swallow, never spit
I’ma keep goin’ up, I’m never gonna quit (What?)
I’m so sick (Ugh)
Sick of the nonsense
f#ck up my conscience
Drink got me nauseous
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