[Intro: Feux]
Yo, it's me
It's the Feux with the YT
Yung Tolz, let's get it
Uh
Yeah
Listen
Lucid
Yep
Uh
[Verse 1: Feux]
Shinin' bright like a diamond
Nah I'm not Rihanna, got the spiritual power
Like my chakra got a seventh eye
Sooner go to heaven but, I'm a smart git
And I spit smart bars, I don't drive fast cars
And I don't buy a bus pass
If you want a zoot then I'll buss half
When I spit verses I glide to the stars
I think about my bars, I think about my dreams
My tactics strong like a fortress [?] prisons
So I guess this bitch, she my sorceress
So with my bars, I'll defeat these wack lyricists
Leaves lookin purple like an amеthyst
I'm an anarchist, soured like a can of piss
And the pay, what can I say
That it's gonna bе okay?
That I'm gonna get my payback?
Say that, do that, say what, say this
Don't tell me what to do
As I puff this cannabis
Clouds big, can't see through this mist
But I hope you get the gist, that I'll never fuckin' miss
Always on point, nah, I'll never fuckin' miss, yeah
Tola, you make this music and now all these boys think they can rap too, and they can't
Yung Tolz, lets get it, ah, woah
[Verse 2: YT]
Okay shorty said she like my wrist, that's a Tag Heuer
Drip like Mississippi you can call me Tom Sawyer (Tom Sawyer)
If you touch my jacket, you'll be hearing from my lawyer (From my lawyer)
She think she a keeper, baby you ain't Manuel Neuer
Find myself in the recently closed tabs
Went to link this ting, she smell like recently smoked fags
Oh, damn, YT got them so mad
"How does he get so many views when his music is so bad?" (His music's trash)
This jawn said that she love me, I don't think I'm in love with her
So much cash in my account, now I celebrate Hannukah (Now I'm Jew)
This is not a game, no, you cannot start over
So much money, now I celebrate Passover
Yeah, I was the one they would pass over
Staring at the clock like "What time is this class over?" ([?])
Playing cricket by the wicket, and I think it's the last over
Stuff was getting tough, so I just left it to Jehovah
I got the glitch, I'm on top of the map
You man need to stop with the cap, stop following that
These niggas just copy the cat
I'm off to the cheese like a rat
No rush, yeah I trippity-trap
Give 'em a slippery-slap
They sleepin', taking a nap
I told 'em "A tit for a tat"
This man got clipped
This man got eclipsed [?]
Came up from the trenches like the Battle of the Somme
She said what's that on my shirt
Told her Comme des Garçons
Left her on the wing like Heung-min Son
I cannot cuff you 'cause that isn't with my ethos
Chattin' on the net then I hit him with the DDOS
Can't you see the dosh, these ain't plain black Reeboks
Internet is crazy, man, I think I need a detox
Download speed's slow, so I think I need a seedbox
Shorty, she from Europe, but she don't listen to D-Block
I can't show my true colors, girl, you know I ain't a peacock (I ain't a peacock)
Yeah, I came up from the jungle like an Ewok (Star Wars)
Posted up in London, but the IP says Singapore
Had to block this girl, can't take no more
I'm an artist but I don't draw
You're at the motive, begging for draw
If online, it's out of stock
Buy it cash from the store, like
[Outro]
When I'm with her, she can't focus, she got ADHD
She want me to date her, I ain't AT&T (Data)
Shorty want my number, tell her "Hell no" (Hell no)
She thinks I'm in London, I'm on Melrose (I'm on [?])