[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
Don't put me in bullshit I’m very evolved
Who do you? Big up yall niggas is flaw
I pay my rent with a mic and DAW
I walk on that stage with whole lotta gaw
Pardon my French, pardon my Texan
I'm not impressed what I already heard
You think you different, you part of the herd
Even if they say you the goat, and you think you the goat
Bruh you still on a farm (Okay)
Why you wanna be in the field so bad
The bar is not up the par (Okay)
That wigger is not one of us (No, sir)
I don't give a fuck if beat hot (Okay)
The shit that I do, call me EGOT (Yes, sir)
I can not beef with a biatch (Okay)
That nigga ride like dick see-saw
Skin all black like goth, they turn the off light and I turn into MIA
M.I.A I’m throwing my money on hoes like paper planes
Fuck how many bodies you got I'm telling you now I don't taste the same
Get in my way, I don't switch shit bitch, I blow up the lane
Working all night 'n day
Rapping and sleepy they up the gain
Feel geriatric, I need the cane
Money and pussy, what else to gain?
I'm not a local I'm coast to coast
Space ghost got the fame
I hit the nic' with the BIC with the flame
When she with me she is not ya dame
[Verse 2: Felix]
It’s so many choices now, if I still had to pick I’d prolly choose none
This bitch heart pourin', now tryna lean on me, had to double my cup
This flow gettin’ boring now, I'm thinking bout now I should change shit up
Twenties, fifties, I need hundreds
They take shine but they can't take thunder
She drain pipes, wanna be my plumber
Pussy bald, look like stone cold stunner
And that shit wet, bite back piranha
And I punch in, no hands, E. Honda
I make niggas tuck in they summers
Just like drag but instead I drag
My nuts on your face when I'm dunkin’ on you
Bank account look like: "zero, comma, zero zero zero, comma"
I get O's like the circle in karma, what goes around
Comes around just like tetherball, I don't wanna get involved
Niggas is drama and they petty
Not talkin bout sum, talkin' bout many
Niggas be beating on they ex like BNY
Now they face up on the ground like pennies
Keep your two cents, you ain't got plenty
I won't get 'em on, give 'em my spot
I won't get 'em on, give 'em my spot
I won't get 'em on, give 'em my spot
Give 'em my spot
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