SPACE BUNS!

Lyrics

[Intro] Eh Wow, this beat smokin', for real, hm-hm That shit was corny [Verse 1] Look, overpaid for what I do, but art what dropped me outta school Tryna keep my daily cool, but money act insanely cruel Very rude Speakers blaring while I'm wear and tearin' through these rappers Merry Moods like it's a scary movie, and I'm Freddy Krueger (Bitch) Blowin' out yo' bitch's back, but I don't play the tuba That bar was stupid I been stackin' racks and snatchin' mula Ya bitch madula on my dick Lil' bitch, I'm like Medusa I get yo' shawty stoned by lookin' at my fuckin' face She in my phone, and now she contact She think it's laced, shawty, this shit premium She get a taste, and now she groovin' like Bohemian Roll down to the spot for street tacos, get a medium A Dr Pepper, please They gave my ass the opposite, a large Sprite with vodka in it Rappers pocket pick Yo' dollar wallets full of pocket lint My pockets often thick because the aqua on me talkin' shit for me for me [Bridge] Don't gotta say non' Chain silly, I been on that ego shit since day one I don't even talk to rappers, always on that gay sum Idols in my DMs tryna nut in me like "Ayy, what?" Bitch, I'm too bad for these hoes I'm the A1 [Verse 2] Cutie with the space buns Rappers full of hate while yours truly lookin' caked-up And I don't mean foundation I'm dropped out, still perusin' education Y'all rappers on that say what? Bitch, I ain't tryna wait up [Outro] So, catch up, ho Hm