FIGURE IT OUT

(Huh)
This is too obvious
You're insecure but you're hiding it
Go verbalize what the problem is
You say you don't know what the problem is
Figure it out
Fuck do I look like, your therapist?
What, do you want me to tell you what the error is?
So you can repeat it back like a parrot did?

(You dumb motherfucker go figure it out)
(Work on yourself, ok?)
(Don't just bitch about it, do something)
(Pussy)
(You know? Fuck it, go do that, go say "pussy" into a mic, I don't care)

Pull up I'm fuckin' yo bitch
This is not no meet and greet
It's a meet and skeet
Then I chuck that bitch out like "yeet"
Had to go turn up the heat
On the stove
'Cause I'm whippin' up dope with the bros
Jk, jk
I hit yo' bitch with a AK, AK
I hit her first like I'm Rayjay, Rayjay
Fuck up the wall when I spray spray
She goin' down on me, mayday
I hit a lick like it's Payday
And I shine like it's Melee
Yeah bitch I'm cracked at computers
Don't give a fuck 'bout what they say
Fuck in the whip I ain't talkin' no nae-nae
Used to play Valorant
I got distracted
'Cause I wanted to fuck up on KJ
In my head she was my internet baebae
(Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
Eatin' 'em ribs off the grill
Damn this shit got me like
(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
She asked me if I had another bitch, I told her
(Mmmhmm, mmhmm)
And then she left me
(F in the chat)
(Yeah)

Yeah she left me for good
Just like she totally should
Don't think that she understood
But my side bitch was bad
Couldn't fuck up what we had
'Cause that would've made that bitch sad
And I really did not want that
To happen to me
Pull up with couple of baddies, the back of the seat
My new baddie a freak
Oh I forgot 'bout the chorus
I'm busy just killin' this beat
Boy I'm merkin' this beat
I call this shit JFK
360 noscope this beat
(Damn)
My bad
I embarrassed yo' ass on the killcam
How you play for this long but you still bad?
That was 3 days ago and you still sad
Yo' bitch pour up the tea then she spilled that
(Oh my god, he's so BAD at video games)
(I always hear him raging and like, blaming the lag)
(And his teammates and stuff, like)
(Oh my god like, get better!)
(Yeah, huh)

Lil' bitch get better
I'm stackin' up all that cheddar
Send me yo' tape I put that in the shredder
I turn yo' bitch into a single letter
(X)
Now she wearin' my sweater
You want her back, come and get her
Give me good head, she a header
(What the fuck?)
No questions
Ask me if I wanna fuck her best friends
Ask her how does she know my intentions?
Three freak hoes and they want all the mentions
Fuck her and leave 'cause you boring
Bitch you're a single dimension
Takin' your bitch to my crib
We not fuckin' we watchin' Ben-10



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Writer(s): J Wegter
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