I Gotchu

New kind of loco
Undiagnosed
Look at what I don't show in the IG photos
Catch me getting hyphy when you switch up
Bro no
You are just a fan, dumb
Now you going ghost
Like Yee
Put me up on a billboard
All I do is win no matter what
And I will score any second
Minute, hour of the month
Better build your endurance
Whoa
It's a game of tag and you're it
I just want more whips
Wanna stack more chips
On my pringles flow
Pop my lid off and I get real crazy
Maybe I need to hit the psych ward
Yeah
But who's gonna take me

I gotchu
Where we going now bruh
Rumor has it that you is the baddest man in town, huh
Wow uh
Looks like I was led astray
Treading murky waters
Just a hook and bait
How the turns have tabled
What you talking about
They like: chyeah bruh's ill
But I ain't from the south
It's in my DNA to go to stupid
Before you try and press me:
Go and check the blueprint, please

Don't come at me sideways
Cause when I pull up, and I ain't talking driveways
Put you on a bulletin, and I ain't talking MySpace
You ain't get a mulligan
You're running out of time
Wait
Running out of line may
Get your ass ran over
I ain't talking about a night train
Running outta luck
I'm a leper, you a con
You slimy, you a muk
Bruh, you a Pokemon
Ew
Imagine being you
You ain't got a soul
Cannot walk inside your shoes
You just want control
So no matter what you lose
Better learn your role
It's the labels that you choosing

Altogether clueless
What I do, I do it well
Check my middle name
I do this
You a nuisance to my mood
It's best I leave you in the past
Imma make it out to Ruthless
When I sign your autograph

I gotchu
Where we going now bruh
Rumor has it that you is the baddest man in town, huh
Wow uh
Looks like I was led astray
Treading murky waters
Just a hook and bait
How the turns have tabled
What you talking about
They like: chyeah bruh's ill
But I ain't from the south
It's in my DNA to go to stupid
Before you try and press me:
Go and check the blueprint, please

I can't be the bigger person
When you got an ego bigger than a doctor
I'm a surgeon, you a vermin
I don't look like Lil B, but I be cooking up
You don't deserve the worship
So no longer am I looking up
To you, son
Yeah, that's right
Can't go casting shadows
You ain't in this light
And I might
Just get a little out of pocket
At least I ain't out here
Worshiping a false prophet