Text, text, text, text, text, boy you know, boy know text
Text, text, text, text, boy you know, boy know, I got, I got, I got
Nothing boy, you got nothing, all people hearing this want you to
Repeat and repeat, boy you know what you did and I got you in the
Mandolin fit though, I go, I go, I go like you, boy you don't
Know who you talking to, boy you better get you friends
And I spiting with the venom and get 'em and send them with the venom
Spiting with words and you're not even ready and I'm petty and greedy
With 69 coming to the city and boy you know I'm going to
Buck, back, I'm going to hook that, going like I'm sicko mode I'm a
Black widow with all of these lyrics, I been doing this for one year
Just let be and go, like, no, no, no homo, I'm going so slow I'm in 12
Place number, going up I got a death cup, what I'm like sup about time
You going and going in slow motion, rap shit kit bitch, where is my new switch?
You are lucky that hate the fucking flow, I'm not bloodsucking
And trucking, no fuck these rhymes, we love crimes and I need Amazon
Prime we got no like time and this motherfucking trap shit, then I go
Rap shit at the mic, we go throw a brick and all of this shit needs to stop
Like this how going sewing, so we don't repeat shit like every day
We got something to say, you don't need ten minutes or more boy
You know me, you know the low me and we got fucking bots are fucking
Lot text, text, text, text, text boy, you know boy, know text
Text, text, text, text boy, you know, boy know I got, I got, I got