[Intro]

The ‘quila got me keeled over

The bitch i done walked in with isn't sober

She kissing on some other dude in the back

Now i’m getting tight listening to magnolia

[Verse 1]

Like you was my enemy

Thought you ahead of me

But really you just tiny steppin like centipede

Stomp on yo bitchass

Bitch you get no motherfuckin hall pass

All these fuckers sound the same

Im boutta round em all up like a las-

-so

Really gonna show em thats the way thats in done in my castle

Like no cap doe you's gon get blown

The fuck out the water

Fuck on your daughter

Bitches all running to me call me “father”

Like do not bother

These bitches is bottled

And i boggle your mind when i show you the flow model

And i'm getting deep throat from the top lingerie model

Bottom to top thats just how she thot though

Fuck you thought though

Even if i was to spit the quickest shit

Bitches already know i got the sickest fits

And my shirt stay untucked to go against the grit

Yea i be staying on that confident shit cause my reputation precedes me

These bitches never believing believe me

Yea there be so many creatures in the sea but none quite like me

Spitting this shit ‘fore it ends up as an mp3 and then all you hating ass bitches is gonna see

[Hook]

Gotta keep all this shit straight

Dont believe in the real or the fake

None of this really even matters though

When we’re in the shadows of stars

[Verse 2]

Can't believe you always tokin on toxins bitches always talking yeah they obnoxious

Yeah that shit noxious

Making me nauseous

You know you gotta stay flexing and flossing

Big time

While i be spitting this shit you should be growing a spine

Y'all really be addicted to that 6ix9ine (yuegh)

Nah this shit i be spittin be like some sick swine (flu)

So do u see just how easy this is?

Yea do u see how i come up with words as i go

And i make sure they stick to ur typical flow

And the words be real simple could come from YO dome

And usually rappers handed words before

And usually rappers dont make they own beats

They just yelling some ignorant hook on repeat

And telling the producer what they think sounds good

Man do you hear yoself you need more than autotune

You need to reevaluate your life (YAH)

You never gonna get anywhere with that amateur music

Bitch only yo friends is gonna find that shit amusin

Really think you'll be getting your own tour soon

No i get it you wanna get rich from this shit too

You wanna sell out that venue

Where you can see how much millions adore you

And you can charge em an arm and a leg

Just so you can buy that sev bathroom 8 bed

Mansion on the hill i would mention still that you gonna be the biggest fool on the hill

But your hill is so golden

Style'll never mold and fashion so bold

And love it is fake no one knows you

Just know you got some cash to spare

And the irony is i'll never make it either

Not to pat myself on the back but im an achiever

This shit im making here isn't half bad

Too bad that the good ones never appreciated yea it's sad

The ones who put in real work

Sincere ones that’ll tear jerk

Just wanted to say that yea it’d be nice to live lavish doing what you love

But the evil has said no and they the ones above