Genius
Got a nasty little vegan bitch, she gon eat the meat up
We be texting, we don't read the shit until we tryna meet up
Leave the message on unread, with our schedules gotta to keep up
'Cause we don't make use of calendars, live forever like I'm Jesus
Our descendents, they might need us
See my self inside a fetus
I call that genetic makeup
My bitch don't have Neutrogena
I got chips, I got pita
I got bread, I got me, but
If I left, she couldn't fuck me on her toes
She a ballerina
She give me head like a peanut
Leave you dead, just like Arena
What is there left to be said? Ima just clean up
I'm the assassin, and I'm the cleaner
They show me love when they see us
They scooped me up in a Prius
Wait, that was a Smart Car
They should make room for my penis
I met my bitch up on Venus
You are not family nor genus
Bet you don't know your taxonomy
All of my niggas elitists
My sex drive way too scenic
Why let my niggas beat it
We ain't no Michael Jacksons
But, hey, you're a PYT
And your talent pool ain't up
Move in silence, booted up
She acknowledged when you came
I'm inside, I'm suited up
Got a nasty little vegan bitch, she gon eat the meat up
We be texting, we don't read the shit until we tryna meet up
Leave the message on unread, with our schedules gotta to keep up
'Cause we don't make use of calendars, live forever like I'm Jesus
Our descendents, they might need us
See my self inside a fetus
I call that genetic makeup
My bitch don't have Neutrogena
I got chips, I got pita
I got bread, I got me, but
If I left, she couldn't fuck me on her toes
She a ballerina
I gotta go
I gotta reup
I been alone
Aight, ima see ya
I'm not a clone
Might've gotten three of em
That was just a gift from me, huh
I gotta grow
I just might leave her
I was like, "more"
I was on trees, huh
I'm not on my phone
Except for the cheese, huh
And for the clothes
And for the cheeks, huh
Got a nasty little vegan bitch, she gon eat the meat up
We be texting, we don't read the shit until we tryna meet up
Leave the message on unread, with our schedules gotta to keep up
'Cause we don't make use of calendars, live forever like I'm Jesus
Our descendents, they might need us
See my self inside a fetus
I call that genetic makeup
My bitch don't have Neutrogena
I got chips, I got pita
I got bread, I got me, but
If I left, she couldn't fuck me on her toes
She a ballerina
We be texting, we don't read the shit until we tryna meet up
Leave the message on unread, with our schedules gotta to keep up
'Cause we don't make use of calendars, live forever like I'm Jesus
Our descendents, they might need us
See my self inside a fetus
I call that genetic makeup
My bitch don't have Neutrogena
I got chips, I got pita
I got bread, I got me, but
If I left, she couldn't fuck me on her toes
She a ballerina
She give me head like a peanut
Leave you dead, just like Arena
What is there left to be said? Ima just clean up
I'm the assassin, and I'm the cleaner
They show me love when they see us
They scooped me up in a Prius
Wait, that was a Smart Car
They should make room for my penis
I met my bitch up on Venus
You are not family nor genus
Bet you don't know your taxonomy
All of my niggas elitists
My sex drive way too scenic
Why let my niggas beat it
We ain't no Michael Jacksons
But, hey, you're a PYT
And your talent pool ain't up
Move in silence, booted up
She acknowledged when you came
I'm inside, I'm suited up
Got a nasty little vegan bitch, she gon eat the meat up
We be texting, we don't read the shit until we tryna meet up
Leave the message on unread, with our schedules gotta to keep up
'Cause we don't make use of calendars, live forever like I'm Jesus
Our descendents, they might need us
See my self inside a fetus
I call that genetic makeup
My bitch don't have Neutrogena
I got chips, I got pita
I got bread, I got me, but
If I left, she couldn't fuck me on her toes
She a ballerina
I gotta go
I gotta reup
I been alone
Aight, ima see ya
I'm not a clone
Might've gotten three of em
That was just a gift from me, huh
I gotta grow
I just might leave her
I was like, "more"
I was on trees, huh
I'm not on my phone
Except for the cheese, huh
And for the clothes
And for the cheeks, huh
Got a nasty little vegan bitch, she gon eat the meat up
We be texting, we don't read the shit until we tryna meet up
Leave the message on unread, with our schedules gotta to keep up
'Cause we don't make use of calendars, live forever like I'm Jesus
Our descendents, they might need us
See my self inside a fetus
I call that genetic makeup
My bitch don't have Neutrogena
I got chips, I got pita
I got bread, I got me, but
If I left, she couldn't fuck me on her toes
She a ballerina
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Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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