Sinner Freestyle
Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking head
Okay, waking up after Homecoming
These bitches say "congratulations"
They flood all around me and say, "oh my god, seco, you made it"
I've been knowing I made it since the wars and the debating
Picking me over him
Easy game I'll win
You can't look at me like a target
Then holster your gun when you spin, uh, this shit is just fun, yeah, fun, fun, fun
That boy is so see-through, you could call him Mr. Glass, uh
Motherfucker so sensitive, kiss my fucking ass, bitch
I'm the fucking sinner boy, Art the Clown when I see you, boy
I got so many ghosts you would think that I'm possessed, boy
I got demons in my head when they all fucking kill joy
Freestyling, I'm rapping 3am inside my bed, boy
You know it, uh, yeah, and you don't know me, uh
Don't try to act and just be my motherfucking homie
Get away, bitch, yeah, I'm a winner, uh, yeah, I'm a sinner, uh, yeah
I'm a demon in your house, call me
lil seco's the top G, I'm talking Andrew Tate, boy
You can't even step to me, I'll punch you in your face, boy
Bitch ass wanna fight, but he won't even swing when I tell him to
Motherfucker can't handle me, he just like I'm ducking you
Mans is just a pussy, think his name should just be Feline too
Yo ass so embarrassing, you thought my girl was feeling you?
Nah, ugly ass motherfucker
What the fuck is this kid on about
Dumbass ugly hoe
Yuck
Okay, waking up after Homecoming
These bitches say "congratulations"
They flood all around me and say, "oh my god, seco, you made it"
I've been knowing I made it since the wars and the debating
Picking me over him
Easy game I'll win
You can't look at me like a target
Then holster your gun when you spin, uh, this shit is just fun, yeah, fun, fun, fun
That boy is so see-through, you could call him Mr. Glass, uh
Motherfucker so sensitive, kiss my fucking ass, bitch
I'm the fucking sinner boy, Art the Clown when I see you, boy
I got so many ghosts you would think that I'm possessed, boy
I got demons in my head when they all fucking kill joy
Freestyling, I'm rapping 3am inside my bed, boy
You know it, uh, yeah, and you don't know me, uh
Don't try to act and just be my motherfucking homie
Get away, bitch, yeah, I'm a winner, uh, yeah, I'm a sinner, uh, yeah
I'm a demon in your house, call me
lil seco's the top G, I'm talking Andrew Tate, boy
You can't even step to me, I'll punch you in your face, boy
Bitch ass wanna fight, but he won't even swing when I tell him to
Motherfucker can't handle me, he just like I'm ducking you
Mans is just a pussy, think his name should just be Feline too
Yo ass so embarrassing, you thought my girl was feeling you?
Nah, ugly ass motherfucker
What the fuck is this kid on about
Dumbass ugly hoe
Yuck
Credits
Writer(s): Dryden Mcelroy
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