PLEAKLEY

Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga, fuck you, you ain't shit [Verse 1: Lil Darkie] Your bitch got one eye I nutted the other one shut, she Look like Pleakley Closer to death like weakly Happiness comes so briefly Incompletely I might unload my children Outta the school bus Into the building I am a teacher, I'm on that ass I give her D but she still gonna pass my class Pickin' up points, pickin' up habits Jump on my dick like she a rabbit Then when I had it Shoot up a backend I got a lack on my sack gotta yak it Then gotta act it She acting high but I ain't put on [?] Bitch I'm more dip then my lows, lows Why you attacking me? You ain't distracting my focus Bitch hocus pocus Drawn with the logos All of these rappers producing some bogus Everyone front it How you gon' hit me up for over 20k follows and posts? [?] I don't give one fuck about all the polls Just [?] Hiding your flaws Look at some draws Take off with draws I ain't afraid what I spoke, spoke I can't afford to buy coke, coke That's why I stay making toast, toast And I hang out with some lows, lows And I hang out with my bros, bros You know we fuckin' the most, cost She sat me dry like some toast, coast I'm in her hole like a bagel, uh She got a hole like a do-nut And that B broke with some maple, uh She want that fame, then I won't nut I got a feel on the table I got a feeling like "so what?" [?] Pussy like abel Cannon that pussy, so ro-bust Yeah, I be feeling unstable [Verse 2: BLCKK] Ayy, bitch, I am feeling unstable Hanging myself with a cable, bitch Oh my fucking god, please, stop shit now I don't like shit, play around, put your body on the ground But that shit gon' make no sound Fucking muzzle on my shit so I can shoot you through the roof Through your shoe When you see me on the street, fucking drop me, I don't care Fuck everybody talking like they got it, you ain't got shit, no Carry Glocks, bitch, woah, let you talk, let you bluff Motherfucker, you ain't shit, flip your body like a switch Get you stopping like a glitch, fuck your team and fuck your clique Fuck your clique, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all Thirty years and you'll be dead, popping Xanax like they Tic Tacs Fuck that, I'ma get my homies up I'ma take my family and my brothers to the Hills, bitch Watch me, stop me, fuck that, you can't stop me I make all my music 'cause it hurts when I am stopping [Chorus] Pop me, bitch, fucking drop me (drop me) Pop me, bitch, fucking drop me (drop me) I said pop me, bitch, fucking drop me I said pop me, bitch, fucking drop me (Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop) [Outro] Weird flex but okay