You not.

Why the hell, do you think we on the same fucking level?
The best case for you is if you go and sell out to the devil
I was a bad kid growing up yea I always stood out like a rebel
Yea I'm a rapper on my rockstar shit
I might do heavy metal
That bitch tryna hype me up like she don't even know what's coming
Put the money before her ass because we intimate it's cumming
Looking at her, and I'm getting weirdo vibes
You must be evil or something
I got a stick in my inventory pull it out and get to dumping

Mm yea, you not catching up to me
Listen here
You not on the same level as me
I'm spinning around yo hood, treating that shit just like rotisserie
On that dog shit like Scooby-Doo
Hunting you down like a mystery
Come get this hoe from up under me
Half of my ex's been missing me
You know why she got a low body count that bitch be sucking D
Don't even gotta ask what that's about it's not a mystery
She gonna scream
No murder scene
Then I pull off in a SRT

Why the hell, do you think we on the same fucking level?
The best case for you is if you go and sell out to the devil
I was a bad kid growing up yea I always stood out like a rebel
Yea I'm a rapper on my rockstar shit
I might do heavy metal
That bitch tryna hype me up like she don't even know what's coming
Put the money before her ass because we intimate it's cumming
Looking at her, and I'm getting weirdo vibes
You must be evil or something
I got a stick in my inventory pull it out and get to dumping



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Writer(s): Lance Doe Jr
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