album cover
Pizza
189
Rap
Pizza was released on December 25, 2020 by New 11 Records as a part of the album True Clarity
album cover
Release DateDecember 25, 2020
LabelNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Izaya Tiji
Izaya Tiji
Performer
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Dawn)
I don't give no fuck, 'bouta order a damn pizza
Bro sippin' Wock', like he got a goddamn fever
Why the fuck this bitch keep trippin', guess I gotta leave her
**** washed up, worn out, look like some t-shirts
These **** just finna make me mad (Mad)
With that ratchet, boy let it hit your ass (Hit your ass, ass)
Look at these lil' **** in the bleachers
Talkin' behind ya back, they ain't by me, couldn't keep up
My **** servin' bags bags, I could be a beaver
I want something fast fast, fit up with the zebras (Skrt)
I almost went vegan (Yuh)
I just want the green yeah, I just want the cheese bitch
I fuck with a freak bitch
She gon' fuck me good, hit the dope like go to sleep bitch
He say, "Can I get somethin' free?" I do not speak that language
I just need my space bitch
They see that I'm goin' up, bet they fuckin' hate it
She say you my favorite
You finna get slayed, bitch
Meet me back stage if you 'bout to show your face, bitch
**** under pressure, boy, tripping on they laces
This white ho won't sell me no Percs, I think she racist
Guess I got to face it
Sippin' paint, that shit just make me lazy (Let's go)
Congrats on my ****, he just had his baby (Let's go)
I need me somethin' fast for the racin' (Let's go)
Bad from the basement, go, yeah
I don't give no fuck, 'bouta order a damn pizza
Bro sippin' Wock', like he got a goddamn fever
Why the fuck this bitch keep trippin', guess I gotta leave her
**** washed up, worn out, look like some t-shirts
I don't give no fuck, 'bouta order a damn pizza
Bro sippin' Wock', like he got a goddamn fever
Why the fuck this bitch keep trippin', guess I gotta leave her
**** washed up, worn out, look like some t-shirts
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...