Fonked out

Too many **** see me as an idol (as a what?)

Know these numbers put these **** in a spiral (yeah, yeah, uh)

Talkin shit but ima end this on a high note (bitch les go)

Want me to stop, but i got me like 5 more

Bitch I ain't common no more like, let you know how the top floor feel like

Shootin' through holes, my career been a steel pipe

Alot on my plate but I finish my meals like boom

Like **** now what is you talkin' bout

Gimme a week **** I'll make a hunnid thou

Pop out the window, we shootin' a hunnid rounds

Numbers too numbin', these numbers do nothin now

Body for body nobody can do it like me

Red on my shirt from my dogs makin noise, yea my **** we causin' a scene

I ain't off a no drugs, half of you **** too high off your rocker to get up to me

And the rest of you **** been too busy fuckin on girls when you know that they only a teen

Like whatchu talkin bout, Whatchu talkin bout

Tell me what they talkin bout, now what they talkin bout

Mobbu been on somethin' now, he up to somethin now

No your god ain't coming down, yea he ain't coming down

Ima be honest nobody is competition

And you tryna be me there's a lot you missing

Gotta pick up the pieces you gripping switches

And you docking them boats in the different digits

Being better than pest but you hardly different

Been in different positions, you never switchin'

Make his ex ask why, she didn't get it

I switched over my coords so you wouldn't get it

Cause my USB-C and my micro it aim better, cause you is not plugged in like me

We putting static all over your damn channel, cause you ain't got nothing to see

You not a rapper lil **** you backpackin', so better stay off the streets

I'm really beating the 808s out of a ****

Just like when I'm changing the beat

You needa calm down lil ****

For we get yo top popped lil ****

My chop wanna hotbox you ****

No I don't wanna talk talk

Yea figure (FUCK)

You better get lost

You not the bigger threat

Got you pussies all waiting with baited breath

For the next one to try it is surely dead

No remorse for a **** I hardly met

Like when I said I got 23ks and the klan couldn't bother me no

She looking tall on a pole

You don't wanna talk, lil **** i know

That isn't part of my issue

Go get 'em a tissue

Cause everything you drop blow

It isn't adequate **** u slow

And you back on my dick

While I'm back end dicking her, making her moan

You been surrounded by bums, so we not connecting my USB-C through

All that bullshit u been talking, my **** I'm ready to meet you

My choppa it full of suprises, it got a gift so whenever we greet you

A magic trick to turn a solid **** to a see through

Buddy see through, but he transparent like a PNG

Got a shawty starin', now she feel embarrased, he a talkin money? he ain't seein' me

Made this shit apparent, double glockies pair it

Airin' out that ****, wet him up he perish

Shawty want me bad but I ain't ever care if he want beef ima give this man another parent

If he really wanna beef I'll make a **** my son

**** step to me you only try once

Wolfwood big, yappa on my waist

**** wanna cross me made 'em try guns

Shawty ride my dick, gave her pipe once

Heater leave him roasted if he miced up

If you got a problem, better pipe up

Been here sittin' quiet, **** I'm done

Cuz yall **** talkin, now a **** pissed off

You a lil bitch, I'm a big dog

What is that? diamonds on my wrist watch

Talkin' on me, you get picked off

Big body maybach sum like rick ross

Leave my ex in space if she talkin hot

Chop be on my waist, gon give her lift off

Sora quiet but the blick not

Damn how did my pockets get fatter than you? (nah, its crazy cuz you're like fat as fuck)

Clearly the music don't matter to you (how are all your songs bad?)

You're usin' that microphone, tragic abuse (got that poor at-2020)

Now there ain't no way that you ain't embarrased, like how come a singer rap better than you?

(Now how did you let me outrap you, yall need to lock the fuck in cuz that shits sad)