Jock!
All you niggas jock
From the swag, to the walk
To the moves, to the way that they talk
Pussy you could get dropped
Put you in your place lil nigga
This is not your space lil nigga
Pussy just stop
Why you acting fake motherfucker
Switching up a little late motherfucker
You get baked motherfucker
Swear I cannot take this shit
All this posing shit don't make no sense
You could get popped bitch
Give top to my glock bitch
Barrel in your mouth
Botox with the chopsticks, facelift
Blowing cigs by the case bitch
Pussies got me stressing over fake shit
We cannot associate
I don't fuck with you, can't negotioate
Pistol to his face, I exfoliate
Send him to the holy place
You gon' meet your maker little nigga
You or him, don't know who's faker little nigga
Oh I'm a faggot
You gon' suck my dick with that mouth, bitch
I might be, but why you worried bout my makeup and my outfits
I ain't really worried bout the clout, bitch
You can keep on hating from the couch, bitch
All y'all niggas incels, I might have to call up intel
Pull up on your ass with the clip filled, bitch
All you niggas jock
From the swag, to the walk
To the moves, to the way that they talk
Pussy you could get dropped
Put you in your place lil nigga
This is not your space lil nigga
Pussy just stop
Why you acting fake motherfucker
Switching up a little late motherfucker
You get baked motherfucker
Swear I cannot take this shit
All this posing shit don't make no sense
From the swag, to the walk
To the moves, to the way that they talk
Pussy you could get dropped
Put you in your place lil nigga
This is not your space lil nigga
Pussy just stop
Why you acting fake motherfucker
Switching up a little late motherfucker
You get baked motherfucker
Swear I cannot take this shit
All this posing shit don't make no sense
You could get popped bitch
Give top to my glock bitch
Barrel in your mouth
Botox with the chopsticks, facelift
Blowing cigs by the case bitch
Pussies got me stressing over fake shit
We cannot associate
I don't fuck with you, can't negotioate
Pistol to his face, I exfoliate
Send him to the holy place
You gon' meet your maker little nigga
You or him, don't know who's faker little nigga
Oh I'm a faggot
You gon' suck my dick with that mouth, bitch
I might be, but why you worried bout my makeup and my outfits
I ain't really worried bout the clout, bitch
You can keep on hating from the couch, bitch
All y'all niggas incels, I might have to call up intel
Pull up on your ass with the clip filled, bitch
All you niggas jock
From the swag, to the walk
To the moves, to the way that they talk
Pussy you could get dropped
Put you in your place lil nigga
This is not your space lil nigga
Pussy just stop
Why you acting fake motherfucker
Switching up a little late motherfucker
You get baked motherfucker
Swear I cannot take this shit
All this posing shit don't make no sense
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Writer(s): Niguel Deloatch
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