Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh#t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I’ve been counting all them blues, you know I’m running to the notes
I don’t speak on sh#t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
In that SRT, that demon, b#tch
He want steam, unload the clip
Like SSX, b#tch, I got tricks
Scratch that boy right off my list
Don’t beef, I don’t politic
I’m stacking my cheese, b#tch, I’m too rich
Hit my target then we dip
All my haters on my dick
I told that boy, “Shut up,” watch his f#cking mouth
You don’t wanna see what’s going down, b#tch, this sh#t can go south
We gon’ hit that boy with all them rounds, his time is running out
Already got some money, I don’t care about the f#cking clout
I moved out at eighteen, if I was you, I’d hate me
Turbo in the whip, b#tch, already know we racing
Only getting first, b#tch, that’s the sh#t I’m placing
I walk in the function and your girl, her hеart is racing, ha [b#tch]
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh#t off of thе runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I’ve been counting all them blues, you know I’m running to the notes
I don’t speak on sh#t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Ha, ha, did bad in school, don’t test me
I’m finna f#ck on that ho and her bestie
I got the sauce, yeah, I got the recipe
I leave with your ho and now she missing me
Yeah, all these dork #ss n#gg#s tryna be me
I feel John Cena, b#tch, you cannot see me
Yeah, I got the guap, b#tch, I am too greedy [Yeah
I’m f#cking high, but nobody knows
Only nineteen and I’m selling out shows
I’m at my highs and you at your lows
You can’t press me, b#tch, I never fold
Sing like the opera, b#tch, I feel like
These n#gg#s be p#ss#, yeah, they not my bros
And I can’t text you and I can’t call you
So why the f#ck you hitting my phone?
Ha, ha, can’t f#ck with these n#gg#s, I can’t
I feel like the G.O.A.T., feel like Duwap Kaine
Don’t touch my rank, you just can’t, man
n#gg# always talk about the same thing
You fell off, you cannot maintain
Lil’ #ss kid, stay in your lane
Yeah, she think that I’m crazy
Only getting first, b#tch, that’s the sh#t I’m placing
I walk in the function and your girl, her heart is racing, ha [b#tch]
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh#t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I’ve been counting all them blues, you know I’m running to the notes
I don’t speak on sh#t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh#t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I’ve been counting all them blues, you know I’m running to the notes
I don’t speak on sh#t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Ayy, f#ck it, I finna rap fast
Choppas on me and that sh#t finna blast
Leaving that boy broken down in a cast
b#tch, I’m a punk, I’m not talking ’bout Daft
You should do comedy, making me laugh
Feel like Jim Carrey, I’m wearing a mask
My brothers really be waving them flags
Feel like a rocket, b#tch, I’m finna blast off
I’m f#cking high, but nobody knows
Only nineteen and I’m selling out shows
I’m at my highs and you at your lows
You can’t press me, b#tch, I never fold
Sing like the opera, b#tch, I feel like
These n#gg#s be p#ss#, yeah, they not my bros
And I can’t text you and I can’t call you
So why the f#ck you hitting my phone?
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