[Bridge: ¡kylkenny!]
Womp womp, what it do
Womp womp, what it do
Womp womp, what it do
Womp womp, what it do
[Verse 1: senya.]
I don't talk, nails all over head, call me number five
Rabid dog, I snarl at everybody walking by, wanna fight
My mind is occupied by eat or die, and I feel alive
When I'm standing on my own, all these pussies prone
To shit talking, having fun gets broken bones, squeal on coals
Buh-raised to be a victim, goal's inside my ramen bowl
Bloody rare, bitch, got no care, bitch
Gut a catfish, body ravaged, table lavish
[Verse 2: Stakes]
You should have been shot into a condom
Ain’t shit sweet like bonbons
Your bitch got cake I’m the fondant
You’ve got jokes it’s the rom-com
I love her that be on one
Shout out the UK North down to London
Tell her sweet shit like a pom pom
Anaconda womp in the thong gone
Baby it’s my life like the Jon Bon
Fuck that, chuck that bitch in discard
I’m at your house party pissing in a vase
I make her have palpitations in her heart
I’m in the disabled rolling bout a spark
Or half of a piff rolled up in a spliff
Carcinogenics with a harder hit
For the harder shit we hit the pharmacist
They can’t stand me, foot to the cartilage
Of your knee bitch
[Bridge: ¡kylkenny!]
Womp womp, what it do
Womp womp, what it do
Womp womp, what it do
Womp womp, what it do
[Verse 3: ¡kylkenny!]
Rest in peace Sophie, that's first and foremost
Headhunting for trophies like Aileen Wuornos
When I get a lil horny Imma watch me some pornos
Take a drag of the smokie while I'm eating DiGiorno’s
Bitch I cut off my own nose, you can't take my dignity
I will always love myself, bitch I'm feeling like Whitney
Ho you gotta be kidding me, you're not who you pretend to be
Gotta take my vocal cords and my ears before you can finish me
[Verse 4: callmevince]
I tell her to drop it, she steady wompin
I’m gonna get her whatever she wanting
Sauce my spaghetti I’m spinning and stuntin
They still ain’t ready I’m pressing the button
Pressure is on em down how I gun em
Out when I hit them, don’t fuck wit VZN, gravity shifting
You got the lasagna, I’m gonna go bananas and split them
How we gon deal wit the victims bow down and beg for forgiveness
Gotta get rid them, shove in the trunk get to shifting
Can’t knock me out of this rhythm, volume shoota gotta blow out the system
Tie your shoes these muthafuckas is trippin
Tie the noose around your neck get to skippin
Think that I’m reaching the limit
Fuck it run over the sign, I’m ignoring the cries
From the audience I’m flooring it to the sky
And upon my arrival
They all thanking god I accept it and drown em all in holy water
I’m bumping the project and turning the water to wine gettin faded all over the shrine
I’m a baller I hit it with zero on time and return to the throne where I go to recline
Damn
I’m feeling myself I’m feeling myself
They pleading for help she stealing my belt
Fettuccine as well as the bread all into my shelves
She gimme that head tho, she better not spit it out
Fuck all em hoes cuz I know they gon get around
Lost all hope till y’all saw me and met a god
Fuck all y’all do it all ima demigod damn