Cupine (feat. XORACOMII)

Talk your shit XORACOMII—I gotchu I gotchu I gotchu
Hold on hold on let me do it to 'em let me do it to 'em let me—hold on ahaha
Uh ayy what's the pro—aw fuck ahaha

What's the problem can you tell me what's the cause (what's the cause)
Yeah I wanna be alone I wanna ball (I wanna ball)
With my shawty it's just us no need for bras (no need for braws)
If she want it she can get it no more hauls (no more hauls)
Where the fucks at I can't seem to give 'em (can't seem to give 'em)
Lovin' on my body ain't no lovin' on the liquor (ain't on the liquor)
Faded off of life I see my visions ain't get clearer (ain't gettin' clearer)
I won't wanna hurt you so you see me don't nearer (don't get nearer)

Look in the mirror do you see me lookin' for reason to get bigger
Itchin' on my third eye it's a issue cause I'm winning'
By any means I'm trying cause I want the family livin' yeah they livin'
With the menaces I'm menacin' I'm no joke
She gon' suck on it might fuck on it I'm no Pope
I'm a exorcist malevolent my truth croaks
I got pain in me there's pain to see but I don't choke
Ayy hide my self esteem cause I don't even like to breathe
People talking down on me but they don't like to see
I'm a prodigy they probably want me beat
Sorry you can't talk to me my phone on DND
5-star baby you a diamond
I don't mean to disregard you but I'm tryin'
If I told you that I love you im not lyin'
Maybe cryin', maybe I'm not—
Hold up XORACOMII let SMBDY ELSE talk to 'em for a minute (ayy)
I be chillin' with my homies high as hell sky is the limit (ayy)
I'm gon' pay for lil shawty birkin bag yeah every digit (ayy)
I got trophies in this muffucka you can hold the ribbon (ayy)
Yeah we smoove like butter, poppin' like grease
Ayy I'm with all my bruddas, we don't take defeats
It's one hit after another Dr. Dre with the beats (ayy)
I been known to be a lover but I handle all the beef

Damn—you... what do you do?
I handle beef bruh ahaha
On some—on some like
You been known to handle?
Handle the beef you know what I mean not like—
You know like handle the beef ahaha

What's the problem can you tell me what's the cause (what's the cause)
Yeah I wanna be alone I wanna ball (I wanna ball)
With my shawty it's just us no need for bras (no need for braws)
If she want it she can get it no more hauls (no more hauls)
Where the fucks at I can't seem to give 'em (can't seem to give 'em)
Lovin' on my body ain't no lovin' on the liquor (ain't on the liquor)
Faded off of life I see my visions ain't get clearer (ain't gettin' clearer)
I won't wanna hurt you so you see me don't nearer (don't get nearer)

...fued it's like, aight, "we asked 100 people, what's the word that best comes after the word 'pork'?"
You know what they said—what?
Some dude said "cupine"
Oh what the fuck—oh porcupine!



Credits
Writer(s): Kalid Hassan, Michael Tucker
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