Wym

You keep on talking but what do you mean?
Imma hit it just once then it goes to the team
I cannot function unless I'm off the bean
Imma hook your bitch call me Kareem
I do it all but you stick to a theme

In outer space, off of the shroomies
I can't see your face, nah
Keep up the pace but you can't cause
I hit your bitch hard as the bass (yuh)
I'm an alien race yeah I'm different
I'm gifted, you crack like a vase (yuh)
She say I'm incredible, I'm off the edible
Now I forgot how to taste

Buds are gone 'cause the drugs I'm on
Even though I'm high as fuck I can tell you're drawn
Take your bitch cause she like my song and
She said she's never seen a dick this long

She just a pawn
Play her though I know it's wrong
I guess it's where I belong

Dusk till dawn, she try to dodge all my balls
But she is not Vincent Vaughn
No I'm taking no breaks
Shooting 100% I make no mistakes
(???) and she wet as a lake
Then I cut her off just like that hoe was a nape

Huh, AOT
Too many dudes in my DMs they looking for feet
Your bitch hovering over me
Told her get lost, ain't no repeat
Regardless you know imma eat
Fuckin with me then you gon need a fleet

Imma blow up so quick they gon be like what happened
I don't need a hook, no I'm not the captain
I got my own style, I got my own swag, I'm gon get a patent
No one cares when you talk, you might as well be speaking Latin

They saying humb. You did it again!
Like you expect me to miss
But it's hit after hit after hit and this shit never end
They say all your verses so clean, like what do you mean?
Cause i don't even own a pen
On every single beat I'm floating
But I am still loading im not even at 10%

I could be butt naked but I'd still be dressed to impress
Cause she like what she seeing when I'm unclothed, but I digress
Try playing cool, but you might as well have a badge
Cause you act like a fed
Say you're the man
But you might as well have a vag you're a pussy instead

Your bitch wants to fuck but I told her to suck cause
I only came here for the head
Your mans found dead
Just another funeral I'm not gonna attend
You just tryna chill but I feel like I failed
If they only be giving me ten out of ten

They say humb. How you do it?
That shits not declassified you might as well call me Ned

This is not school survival
Your hoe be soaking upon my arrival
(Thi-th-th) This is not a game!
If you go down there ain't no revival (damn)
Say you wanna make music
Heard all my shit now you got suicidal (damn)
You might just lose it
Don't even know you and you think we're rivals damn



Credits
Writer(s): Andrei Mugurel Radu, Daniel Lloyd Fleming
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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