Oh Damn !
You think you better then me dud's, oh it's all cap
I'll be spitting more, my pen lit, wheres the cap
I'm a blood sucker, perfect teeth hoe ain't No cap
Dud's hella annoying, where's Blicky, bust a cap
Hitting high's, I'mma pitch it up, Melodyne
Social distancing, yeah put " No hello sign "
Red Octagon, stop sign, that's the borderline
If you don't stop, i'mma go commit a crime
Oh damn
They be really pressed now they stalkin' me on gram
Oh damn, Now I'm talking all my shit, oh they mad, oh ma'am
Oh damn
They be hating but really bitches been a fan
Oh damn
Talking 'bout me all day that's the Behavior of stan
Oh damn
Oh you wanna eat me up, with no teeth, you Dustin
Ghostwriters shittin', you're baby no not Justin
Bustin, them shorts fired, now they just-in
6 feet under in coffin Ad-just-in?
Now they talking 'bout look's, when they look like Vecna
Want my recipe? aint tellin' single soul, Hack-na
I'mma pro chef got my Michelin and my Sta(r)
Now I'mma cook 'em rap hoes, eat 'em in my ca(r)
I am Michael, I'll kill you hoe, yup that's me myers
Freddy Kruger to these dud's, they no-mo player's
All of them hoe's be cabbage with them all layer's
I still got the crown hoe, i ain't looking for heir's
Oh damn
They be really pressed now they stalkin' me on gram
Oh damn, Now I'm talking all my shit, oh they mad, oh ma'am
Oh damn
They be hating but really bitches been a fan
Oh damn
Talking 'bout me all day that's the Behavior of stan
Ohh Damn
I'll be spitting more, my pen lit, wheres the cap
I'm a blood sucker, perfect teeth hoe ain't No cap
Dud's hella annoying, where's Blicky, bust a cap
Hitting high's, I'mma pitch it up, Melodyne
Social distancing, yeah put " No hello sign "
Red Octagon, stop sign, that's the borderline
If you don't stop, i'mma go commit a crime
Oh damn
They be really pressed now they stalkin' me on gram
Oh damn, Now I'm talking all my shit, oh they mad, oh ma'am
Oh damn
They be hating but really bitches been a fan
Oh damn
Talking 'bout me all day that's the Behavior of stan
Oh damn
Oh you wanna eat me up, with no teeth, you Dustin
Ghostwriters shittin', you're baby no not Justin
Bustin, them shorts fired, now they just-in
6 feet under in coffin Ad-just-in?
Now they talking 'bout look's, when they look like Vecna
Want my recipe? aint tellin' single soul, Hack-na
I'mma pro chef got my Michelin and my Sta(r)
Now I'mma cook 'em rap hoes, eat 'em in my ca(r)
I am Michael, I'll kill you hoe, yup that's me myers
Freddy Kruger to these dud's, they no-mo player's
All of them hoe's be cabbage with them all layer's
I still got the crown hoe, i ain't looking for heir's
Oh damn
They be really pressed now they stalkin' me on gram
Oh damn, Now I'm talking all my shit, oh they mad, oh ma'am
Oh damn
They be hating but really bitches been a fan
Oh damn
Talking 'bout me all day that's the Behavior of stan
Ohh Damn
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