Bitch
Yeah yeah
Bish
Boom boom boom boom
Bish Bish
Bish Bish Bish
Bitch don't take no pictures of my face
Don't put a filter on my face
If I beat his ass who gon stop me
whoop his ass like Jackie whoop his ass like Rocky
Send my bae to rob you Soho niggas
I'm eating lunch at Soho nigga
And I don't rep a gang bitch I am the gang
EA Sports
Bitch
I'm in the game
I don't feel good today don't talk to me
Ugly in the mirror reflection haunting me
Baby treat me like a fucking master piece like Mona Lisa
Tell me that i'm cute before I fucking leave you
I don't feel good today don't talk to me
Catch a flight
Lying
Never leave
Airplane mode
Phone
Quarantine
Step outside
Virus
Hoes on me
She just sent an email saying she can't get a hold of me
Asking if I changed my number because my number doesn't ring
Toxic toxic toxic I had to ignore her openly
But if she send attachments then you know a nigga's opening
Just like clock work putting in time first
Skip my lunch break putting in OT
Work too damn hard feeling all OD
With my vanguard with my homies
Thoughts on wheel train moving all clockwise
Work like Rock Lee work like Might Guy
Stuck in cycles life in Peloton
All this hard work feels irrelevant
Fuck my life
Huh hey
Pedal to the metal till I die
Got my demons and they all live in my mind
Constant feeling that i'm slipping wasting time
But I can't waste no time
Badass nigga I might be
Know I look good don't hype me
Let me see it all in HD
I move fast
Doing the dash
Road Rash
I'm official
Don't need no whistle
Bitch
Bish
Boom boom boom boom
Bish Bish
Bish Bish Bish
Bitch don't take no pictures of my face
Don't put a filter on my face
If I beat his ass who gon stop me
whoop his ass like Jackie whoop his ass like Rocky
Send my bae to rob you Soho niggas
I'm eating lunch at Soho nigga
And I don't rep a gang bitch I am the gang
EA Sports
Bitch
I'm in the game
I don't feel good today don't talk to me
Ugly in the mirror reflection haunting me
Baby treat me like a fucking master piece like Mona Lisa
Tell me that i'm cute before I fucking leave you
I don't feel good today don't talk to me
Catch a flight
Lying
Never leave
Airplane mode
Phone
Quarantine
Step outside
Virus
Hoes on me
She just sent an email saying she can't get a hold of me
Asking if I changed my number because my number doesn't ring
Toxic toxic toxic I had to ignore her openly
But if she send attachments then you know a nigga's opening
Just like clock work putting in time first
Skip my lunch break putting in OT
Work too damn hard feeling all OD
With my vanguard with my homies
Thoughts on wheel train moving all clockwise
Work like Rock Lee work like Might Guy
Stuck in cycles life in Peloton
All this hard work feels irrelevant
Fuck my life
Huh hey
Pedal to the metal till I die
Got my demons and they all live in my mind
Constant feeling that i'm slipping wasting time
But I can't waste no time
Badass nigga I might be
Know I look good don't hype me
Let me see it all in HD
I move fast
Doing the dash
Road Rash
I'm official
Don't need no whistle
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Lichtenberg
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