Cooties

I don't believe it till I actually see it happening
I saw him lying in his song when he was rapping it
Must have been sick cause he had codeine in his bag with him
I made a wash his hands before he passes me a pathogen
Now hes all up in his feelings and hes tight
I aint trying to get sick from a little fight
Just take your medicine you mixed in with the sprite
And let me hit the studio and wiped the cooties off the Mic
I'm saying I'm just playing I ain't trying to get on one
Swinging our fucking arms like we're doing the Charleston
Dancing around aimless looking like little children
Smackin each other shameless over some fucking feelings
It's time to grow up boy I'm not kidding
Get it grew up boy I'm not a kid fuck
That bar went over your head just like a pull up
I should probably call you pull up cause shit is what you've been full of

I raise the bar every time that I write a 16
This next verse a classic if you going off my history
I love this rap shit passionate elementary
Dropping LP's back-to-back facts I been busy
I believe in monsters because humans exist
I'll levitate before I hesitate I ruin your shit
I write albums full of songs that you can not skip
Don't ever estimate your present state just 2 4 6
I'm on a whole different level bitch this my world now
I'm only worried about making mama rich and my girl proud
I'm an upgrade you must play that new world sound
They don't even know your fucking name 2 doors down
Just look around this is my crowd who's that there
I'm a sucker for some thick thighs and cool ass hair
I enter rooms and get greeted with some rude ass stares
And pass a smile to em cause honestly like who the hell cares
I'm out



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Harrison, Owen Pieper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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