Testing, um, thank you

Ayy, thank you for the wishes, the bitches, 'cause Manny in the building

'Boutta pull up on a fan, 'cause I really want some kisses

They try to write my style, all they make is fuckin' misses

Fuck school, my attendance tryna hide that I'm not finished

I got bread up on the counter and I'm super fuckin' thankful

Never thought that I would go and make this shit into my day job

Got a shorty on my line 'cause Manny popping like a pimple

I got two thick thots, and yes, I'm chilling in the middle, ayy (Ayy, yeah)

Dance upon my parents over fucking rhymes

Thinking not to curse, bitch, I do it all the time

'Boutta kill a fucking tick, like I'm causing hella crime

Bad bitch sitting on my lap she really on my mind, ayy

I say rapping and snapping, you know I'm slapping

I just made some fucking paper, now your girls get what happened, huh

I just wrote another banger for the boys

They're handing me a mic and now I'm playing with my toys

Yeah, okay, I said, thank you for the kind words, this might hurt

Promise I'll be gentle but I heard, you like it kinda rough bitch

You give me that impression, my intention is to give you the brock worst, yeah I said

Calm down, I need a minute to cool off

Lets spend some racks on you baby, now take your shoes off

And when I said that I'll be thanking the mass

I don't mean church bitch, the more you talk, the more that I'm pissed off

More that I'm pissed off, I'm in my fucking bag I take my tea with a biscoff

I'm in a whip, my dick and tickle throat, make a bitch cough

Yeah she saying thank you when her clothes getting ripped off

I'm saying thank you, I got something to ask you

Will you bend it over baby let $EMMY! semi attack you?

Just let it spank you, it's the only thing agreed

You gotta blow the back up baby and bust in and saying thank you