You bitches too fake

All this sugarcoating, I might get a toothache

4k in my pocket I ain't talking Blu-ray

Goth bitch tryna copy Ortega but look like Tuesday

I be transitioning my character

Premiering the results on streaming platforms I'm an editor

Put money in my jeans need my fair share that's the register

Put i ain't tryna walk up with a gun and tell them empty her, nah

Food on my plate, tryna turn my supper into super yea

Clip you with my pinkie you my motherfucking blooper yeah

Your lens determines what I mean when I say I'm a shooter 'cause

I been shooting vids, working on my shit, on my fucking computer yea

I be hitting play, then I'm hitting record and I'm making a banger

I'm not exactly a singer, but I be making such different shit, you cant call me a rapper nah

No you don't even know how I slipped into your playlist, do it like a hacker yeah

Not for your average listener, I'm just so different I might have to martyr ugh

Your tracks are 1's and 0's, bro are you a PC?

They marvel at my shit, you can't connect like DC

Got you dizzy, head spinning like a CD

Boy you can't reach, me you could never ctrl C me 'cause​

I be transitioning my character

Premiering the results on streaming platforms I'm an editor

Put money in my jeans need my fair share that's the register

Put i ain't tryna walk up with a gun and tell them empty her, nah

Aye I kill rappers like Chat GPT

You won't get me in a corner, just like that DVD

Ain't no sticker in my covers, but it's explicit heat

808s hit so fat like they had Mickey D's

All bars, like a TV when it's glitching

Dial up on my line if you need me, I'm probably cooking in the kitchen

If you catch me in the booth, I'm probably bragging or bitchin

Or I'm tracking down the truth, on god 'cause I ain't Hitchens

You bitches too fake

Bootleg ass rappers, I might need to start a new age

Too late, one of us is gonna have to go, might pack my suitcase

I'm too different for your taste then I suggest you get a new taste, bitch