[Verse 1]

Broke and lame

Talk about how you’re gonna be up next

You’re just too upset

That the people around you like probably like me better

“This ain’t about you”

Sorry, I just hate your mixes

It sound like you handled it without oven mittens

I’ll admit it

Your beats not half bad

When you have damn good producers

Not fast food Detroit beats

What’s this destroying my ears

Distorting the master, im in tears

Had people sending me your songs

It took too long to find ya

Dine and dash on that persona

Like you stole a whole career brah

Not like thug and Bartеr 3 brah

Steal styles so shamelеssly huh?

At least I wear influences on my sleeves

These bloody bloody jeans

Stole your bitchs swag

Wanna get it back, go play some tag

This ain’t capture the flag

Take out the L cus id never fail

(Yeah but you’re still a fag)

Never got lazy for AI covers

And if I do use that shit don’t hesitate to blast me

But not like you were acting

Come on and aim for the stomach and chest and

Have me hurting like indigestion

[Verse 2]

She want me to fuck

I told that bitch vacate my dick

She was grinding on that pole like

Sonic rush, straight doing tricks

Like the blooper reel you could get cut right out end of my flick

Might key yo ass right out

You’re too green up in this shit

Take you to hell like kane, no abel

All of my opps, left disabled

That bitch pussy pink, clefable

I dont sable, want ministry mabel

Breaking her back like devon get the tables

I took a shit in a hut down in caicos

My dick too lengthy we cannot do anal

Forgot this hoes name im gonna need a label

Im $td and i am quite the mysoginist, obvious

Sometimes im feeling androgynous

Im smoking kush on andromedas, high as deoxys bruh

Comets and shit and travis scott concert

Ay, im tuff

Blooper he acts like a cunt

Mikey is funny as fuck

*ahem* @everyone

Ay, im tuff

Wtf strutting my stuff

Mikey get off of our junk

*ahem* @everyone

@everyone come to the bando yuh

Fuck that bitch 17 candles yuh

Need me a gyal with love handles yuh

Elmore he ball, got the handles yuh

Ill fuck a bitch in my sandals yuh

Humping that bitch like a camel yuh

Dick look like knife off of rambo yuh

[Verse 3]

When they find your body

They be asking “What happened?”

We just blew y’all up in the street

Like Bin Laden

Then we stole your bitch

Then we went to Manhattan

Sabu and Lil $cro

We be dropping the madness

I just got a strap

With a skin like the mask is

Elmore he be back

And he left with no status

Now yall just 2

Man what happened? It’s tragic

Not really tho

Yall retarded and faggots

Oh come back, come back

I’m changing the status

Oh come back, come back

I’m smoking the graphics

Oh come back, come back

We come through like Patrick

Oh come back, come back

No more shit asking

Mikey and Blooper they be suckin on eachothers dicks

Why they make music saying

“Why The Fuck some wimps”?

Little did they know

We just made them a bitch

Ask Em What Happened to

Ask them what happened

No one bump they shit

Man that last shit was tragic

Got like 5 views and we here laughing, laughing

[Verse 4]

I’m stacking all this paper

I’m showing that im faithful

I’m losing all control

And this shit is feeling fatal

Try to steal the whip

And I’m crashing through the cradle

I got demons in the back

And they tell me I ain’t able

Control key stuck

I been tweaking in my head

Say I’m calm on the surface

But I’m hanging by a thread

I was built for the throne

Now I’m bleeding in my bed

Fuck peace

I want smoke

That’s the shit I never said

Look

I was tryna hold it down

Now im gripping on the tec’

My mind running wild

I been skipping every check

Tryna pause it here

But the pain, it hit it next

I don’t feel god no more

I just feel the effects

I lost control

Now im spazzing on sight

Put a switch on my soul

I ain’t thinkin what’s right

I was made for the dark

Now I fiend for the light

Got a gun in my thoughts

And the clip feel tight

They don’t see war

They just see the chain

[Verse 5]

Yeah bitch

I’m acting, not no fucking tourist

Glocks they got the switch

Turn a opp into a purist

Poppin out the cup like

Surprise bitch yk I’m serious

Blinkers got a kick

Knock his thoughts out of his lyrics

I don’t text hoes

I just send them dick emojis

Fucked her off a jolly rancher

Now she call me Kobe

Told the plug I need a 10

He said “Damn you cozy”

I just scammed his ass blind

Left the meet and stole it

He ain’t gangsta

Man, that boy soft as a lotion ad

I’m in the trap with a drac’

Like he showed up back

You posting sticks up on your gram

That’s exposure man

Meanwhile I’m hiding poles in the sofa back

Dog got popped tryna be something he wasn’t

I’m in this bitch with a fully, I ain’t ever bluffing

Hit a lick, then he tied his shoes like it was nothing

Now my wrist doing flips like it’s fighting something

(Shit, it might as well be)