T-t throw blow (ah)
Right in your face (ahh)
You walk slow, you know you should get a break (yeah)
For goodness sake
That boy thinks he rich
With that bb belt on his back, he been tripping in
After it all, do you think you win? (nah)
Stop hiding the pain with all the cigarettes
Boy think he fire
But he using autotune as a crutch
Think he comin in clutch
But he use it too much
That boy a stake
He gon get baked
Sitting in his room making all these song he debate
I know he about to get smacked in the face
Boy boutta cry to his parents one day (wahh)
Like son, why don’t you ever get paid
Yknow that will never happen
Door closed in your room, you been fappin
Thinking about all those cheeks you thought you was clappin (none none)
Boy you such a simp
What a wimp
You such a wimp
You such a wimp
Nobody sees you with that class
You think you bad
But you not you’re a one tap
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