Ey, b#tch
I gotta go get you all off my dick
I break your reality, Oculus Rift
I’m walkin’ around with a mop and a stick
But don’t make me go bring a mob in this b#tch
I make a song and it’s off in a hit
You start to talk and you talk like a b#tch
I’m makin’ fire with a {?} kick
You makin’ fire with a rock and a stick
You weirdo
You don’t wanna be a simp, but you ain’t ready to be a hero
That’s just how it be though
I’m running laps in these {?} Sub Zero’s
No Scorpion
b#tch, I take over Lance and I’m swervin’ in
b#tch, I’m impervious
I’m on the come-up but only do little like Murphy did
Just wanna make me a million
So I’ma switch up who I am just to fit my environment
Huh? Chameleon, ay
The things that I’ve been through have only been making me harder
There go, she feelin’ it
She on my line like some dumb sh#t
This is getting fishy, ’boutta reel it in
Guys, look at this metaphor!
I made a fishing joke, ay
This shit’s an act, Hippodrome
Uh, Yeah, But I can still say some stupid sh#t
But it’s still gon’ slide like I’m getting big as Lil Dicky’s nose
This dick a mo’f#cking nailgun
I put a screw in yo face, Illy Mode
I love you David
Thank you David for making this beat, ’cause I don’t know how to make beats and this is a really good beat
So thank you, anyway, um, yeah
{?} Mr. Worldwide, baby I’m a globetrotter
b#tch you 45, get the f#ck out my DMs you a whole father
Numbers goin’ up faster than a {?}
b#tch, if I’m cappin, better treat it like a soda pop
And if I don’t like your sh#t, I’ll be vocal on it
And it’s just to get you better, so you best get focused on it
But if instead you wanna diss, you can take my f#ckin’ dick and choke up on it
If someone wanna give you advice, you better take the offer
Fully independent b#tch, I was made to prosper
My sh#t used to suck, I’ll be boldly honest, bruh
Buyin’ Gucci socks, just to blow em off of ya
That was sick as sh#t
Ex hearin’ my song and I know she be pissed at it
Sorry, not sorry
It’s what the business is
So now I gotta watch myself, some more than my FitBit is
Ay, y’all cannot control me
{?} got my balls in her hands like the goalie
I’m wakin’ up the like man, Mosey
I’m just havin’ fun with this sh#t, let’s keep it goin’
I wrote that Mosey line before the story came out
Line just doesn’t hit the same now
I don’t know what to say now
I’m movin’ like Harlow
Ditch ’em on the motherf#ckin’ way out
I don’t know what to say for the last line
Bringin’ me back to the past-time
You hit me up like is this a bad time
Breakin me down for the last time
Man, I can’t handle it
All these burns lastin’ longer than a motherf#ckin’ candle wick
One minute we alone she scandalous
Next she breakin’ my heart, she a vandalist
Did you f#ckin’ plan all this?
Hey, Hey, Hey
Also the story updated again and Mosey’s innocent so like, big W’s boys, big W’s
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