Staring, I know what you're thinking sham

Look at the cut of your man

A gregarious punch to the face you are

Pull the other one he's seen it all before son

Gotta let it go gotta let it go

You don't need to know about the finer notes unless you wanna listen

Shame is your currency, and now you're twoing and froeing trippin' and trippin' again because he called you out

Latchico

Staring, I know what you're thinking sham

Look at the cut of your man

A gregarious punch to the face you are

Pull the other one he's seen it all before son

And he's seen it all before son

Gotta let it go cause you're gonna do it anyway

Fire away cause you're a latchico, latchico

Huddling round yis are thick as thieves until the latchico claps back and calls you out

It's a sty your life with your twoing and froeing and the people around you are piss, waste

And he's seen it all before son

Gotta let it go cause you're gonna do it anyway

Fire away cause you're a latchico, latchico

It's a sty your life with your twoing and froeing

And the people around you neither comin or goin'

And with the storm clouds brewin' heavy overhead

Still you're looking at them all through a foggy lens

You've been spinnin yarns since the day ya walked in

Your teeth hold the scourge of a thousand years

And if ya bite down hard you can feel your head spin

Your jaw cracks back into place again

And you're comin' and goin'

And I've seen it all before son

Always tryna hit the bottom