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Lyrics

[Intro] I like bells, bro Bro, Daenerys snapped on everyone Gave no fucks, I'ma do that to this beat though And what the fuck is up like with this Snapchat filter everyone's usin' like Everybody tryna be chicks now, swear if I use that shit I'll be like the prettiest guy ever, no cap [Verse 1] Yo, uh, if your tea's gone cold and you're wondering why Better stand in line 'cause Lee's fan's are cryin' Like these dandelions they tears fanned and flyin' With fear grabbin' Iron Man So, Marvel over the way I diss, dis-R-E-S-P-E-C-T Bone crushin', a rib when I drive a stake Through the heart of a busted body kit (Vroom, vroom!) Of a rusted dodge and drift that muscle modded shit So fuck it while we get rect like R-E-C-T mobile 'Cause all of you phony bitches is wack It's disgusting, really? But I'd fuck an optimist Prime slut androgynouswhine 'cause I'm poppin' this Rhyme like it's bottled with time, fuck it's clockin' at Nine, ten, I'm rockin', hoggin' docile Bitches 'til they cream when they see that Icy shit bitch, look, I see shit that you don't muhfucka Finna light three clips through yo' dome muhfucka On my Spike Lee shit I Malcolm muhfuckas Betta flight, flee, dip if you alone muhfucka Don't test me, rappin' this to make it though I never find cake, uh I've been missed through ages so I severed ties late, yah I'm in situations lookin very dark, ayy, uh "I mean shit you Asians good at every darn thang" Said, my privileged peers in frivolous years Shit was horrible whenever I would think about it I was shiftin' my gears while drippin' in tears And look at my heart if it's sore it'll be fine if I put tape around it, uh Rolled around like a cardiac film strip Off with her clothing like where is the party at? We'll skip jaggedy edges and stab that Tekashi rat, killed snitch Failed the rebellion like he was with Pontiac, real shit [Verse 2] Yeah, me and slashy, two of us is my squa' deck 'em 'Til they screwed up, I'll be on my Illy mode Really though? Philly Bo, chapel white in city shows Sicky mode, Billy Bo baggin' up a silly ho I be really feelin' dirty as shit Clean a round up ten plus thirty a clip, served in a tip I just need a bitch that I can fuck while she workin' her shift She up the clock but she also down to slurpin' this dick (Goddamn) I just wanna make a couple mil and get some pussy in the process Wi-without a fuckin' deal, I don't fuck with puppeteers I will grab a gun and kill, pah-pah-pah, right to your legacy You know it's somethin' real and I I'll be smooth with it at the same time Get it jiggy with the flow while spittin' on the same rhyme And the ladies, yeah, they love it 'cause they know that they mine And you pussy mothafuckas stayin' on my hate line [Interlude] "Who the hell?" (Answer beep) "Hello?" (Hate mumbles) "Oh, it's you, hater number five, how you doin' baby?" (More hate mumbles) "Really?" "Oh, is that it?" "Oh, so you came by just to say my song sucks? (Big mad mumble) "And you hate the way I mix 'em too, aww, shocks" "Ayy, I'm sorry to stop you, I gotta go" "I'm on a mission" [Verse 3] Killin' abominations that would dick babies (Pedo) And gamble on they game to trick ladies (Reno) Bad or Slim, I know that it's Satan (Evil) Think your spittin'? Hoe, you're mistaken (We know) Ask a pig what kinda cake he bakin' (Delicious) Articles on me that think I'm fakin' (Ficticious) Claim you bangin' but when you get taken? (Snitches) Fuck with me but on the gram you hatin'? (Y'all bitches) [Outro] Drake! Ginamit ko 'yung flow mo sa "Forever" Okay lang naman yata, 'di ba? Wala namang problema, 'no? Uh, I don't know, ask yo' Filipino homies to like Translate this shit for you, uh I mean yeah, you got feh— like fuckin' Manny Pacquiao thing goin' on for you You impersonated him You got some Filipino homies Yeah, bye