Serpents!

I'm really sad now

Aye, aye

When it tingle my sense it ain't safe

Snake slither I caught on their face

Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain

Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain

Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes

Big crib shit gettin' misplaced

Big dick shit gettin' rearranged

She be singin' I call her T-Pain

Ballin' since 2016

My dollars in the locker room, bitch, it's Yao Ming (ay, uh)

My telly got the size to address elephants

She suckin' on the carpet I call her Dyson

We not the same you're standin' next to me

All of you ho's need beta carotene

You dead and drained, I change my batteries

In all the pain, I fought the sin

I blocked the demon, talked to him

I walked again, I dropped again

You missed the shot, I pulled the pin

I pick your thoughts, I smell a bin

You said you hot (huh)

Ice gonna melt before you globe trot

Done humblin', bitch, I'll let the clothes dry

+62, no it ain't a butt dial

I'm the blueprint, I ain't worried if we both drop

Yo bitch, in my crib sippin' bone broth

Yeah, aye

Yo, where's the door?

Does anyone know where the fucking door is? (Argh)

I ain't getting out of here, bro

I've been tryna find my way out here

Bro where you been I couldn't find you?

I'm-i'm here I'm just tryna tell these people that I'm-

Back again, it's packed again

My schedule and my stock of pens

I never left, I wrote my fate

You're ink is spent, let's not pretend

My bone and skin I left in booth

Your spine and soul has left the room

I pop my shit, my colon punctured

Hold the sides, hold the smiles

Who am I? Your demise

I been slimmin' for the cam

It add some pounds and add that dollar

Add the yen, and add the rupiah

Word around town they tryna copy my business

You can't even emulate a full sentence

Take a lil' more than likin' photos on Pinterest

Nobody imitatin' my ambition

Everyone a fashion killa these days

So fast walk around like they Virgil these days

You been here what?

You don't got what it takes

I won't let that shit fly like a weather delay (damn)

Tell Sean did the script come in yet? (Did it come in Sean?)

Tell the bro- that I want him on the remix

I don't get flustered I don't get seasick

Your time comin', but you ain't found a niche yet

Hit 'em up when I pull up that pussy minerals

I ain't Shinoda we never linkin' up (yeah)

I'm just tryna talk, lil' bitch, I'm outside

When it tingle my sense it ain't safe

Snake slither I caught on their face

Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain

Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain

Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes

Big crib shit gettin' misplaced

Big dick shit gettin' rearranged

She be singin' I call her T-Pain