[Verse 1: morgue]

Don't think this shit's working, don't think that I'm learning

I'm so overwhelmed, I might have to get to murkin'

Yeah, this bitch asking for a Birkin

She can't even text me back, what a burden

Come and get your ho 'cause she flirting

I'm with 51, bitch, yeah, you heard it here

I'ma be making this art still in like thirty years

I remember playing flash games in my early years

Now I'm cool as fuck, consider that a souvenir

One day I'ma disappear and then reappear

She said that she love me, I think she's insincеre

I'll probably fuck up your whole life and just intеrfere

[Verse 2: 5122]

I just want to know if you down for this

She just sucked up on my dick, now she got a lisp

When I was thirteen, I was taking trips

When I was fourteen, I was smoking zips

I just blew this bitch back while I’m watching Pixar

That boy is a faggot and he edit on PicsArt

Walk around, bitch, I'm fucking stepping

Sag my jeans 'cause I got that lethal weapon

She got nut up in her hair, she don't fucking care

Fade a Mexican dude, he looking like he Blair