Released on October 23, 2019

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[ Verse 1: nAvvvi ]

Give a nickleback, im froto with another photo

Inklings with a strap-on maybe I should get a Motto

From the depth of grotto, im a paladin so call me grover

We should celebrate when i check that im gettin sober

Tik tok movement, fast it forward yet again

Sybyr movement, can't decide if imma win

Sickly side im questioning a mirror breaking in my path for every and each fan i fucking interfere

When did people choose a feminine-o superstar to come and speak his truths? i swear ill meet up every fuckin spear

Now i can't decide between a cardi or a blonde wit some big ass titties chillin like she mini gwynevere

From a southern hemisphere i trickle down ya body like some water on a chandelier just ask me like a volunteer


[ Verse 2: Depth Strida ]

Spinning bullets - wanted

Your bitch on my whatsapp

She not in my contacts

Kiss her in the sunset

Now you gettin jelly huh?

She tickle my belly huh

Bitches think im cute so please dont try to fucking @ me huh

Have i gone too far? like no-oh

Im just getting started like fosho

You dick is not wide enough its mono

My dick dont fit on a photo

Imitating rappers like "yuh aye"

Im not frontin just havin fun aye

My bitch so hot shes a gun aye

Your hair is dyed like a punk mane

Screaming and whisper in my cunt ay

Big chains black clothes fuck ay


[ Verse 3: Papa Sleep ]

Give it up give it up

Want it all like the cabinet

Sick of ya sick of ya

Everybody looking like a mannequin

Hydrodip your family and now a pair of multicolored statues staring at me

Pull up with the mercenaries we be feisty

Homie wanna hype me

Bite me

Bleeding on a white tee

Dip my feet in the black abyss

Dont need drip

Black cash be the weight on my hips

Fuck around with demolitions I dont really get it

Dynamite stick in my nose burning through the assets

Homie be a sadist

Can't seem to see the finer things we be fighting for the internet

Stuck on display in an atrium

Avian flu in my blood

Take the breath out my lungs

And I can't set the pace

On fonem you a bitch in a rainy day

Waste the moment raining on your clout until you waste away