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Bitch (Ay) Bitch (Ay) Bitch (Ay)
Yup. (Yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I'm mothafuckin' vibing
Trippin' off the psilocybin in the summertime
Okay, now the sun is rising
I've been livin' in the night and now I'm gonna shine
I keep my eyes on the horizon
Motherfuckers tell me that they never lie, I know they lyin'
If you really love your baby, why you fuckin' with a side bitch?
You need to warm your shoulder and give her a place to cry and if
You keep on fuckin' playing I might have to make her my bitch
Bitch, I'm cookin' in the lab like a scientist
Everybody mad I got a bag and now they eyeing it
I'm so fuckin' crazy if I went to a psychiatrist
I'd empty an entire clip. (Bop, bop, bop)
No I'm not a rap God bitch, I'm the rap Jesus
I ain't playin' games, I'm not a child like a fetus
Lessons in anatomy, she wanna see my penis
You don't need a lab to see the chemistry between us
No you don't
I heard you talkin' shit, I'm sorry me no habla broke
Some people like to make a bag, some people like to make a joke
Shorty bad. When she throw it back like Mahomes
Girl that ass make me go WOO! like I'm lining up some coke
And I run shit like a pacer, in the club we blowin' O's
And I'm throwin' up the paper so I guess my mom's a hoe
(You know like that one vine? Do y'all even understand these bars?)
Money machine go BRRRRR. I don't care
I ain't ever quitting and I'm spitting it superb
They ask me when that album dropping? Really, it's absurd
I got plans for summer like I'm Phineas and Ferb
Swerve
Skrt, skrt, you finna get swerved
Fuck a little picture, cuz mine is bigger
You trash the name, you get hurt
Get out my lane or get swerved
Skrt, skrt, skrrrrt, skrt, skrt, get swerved
Skrt, skrt, skrt, uh, skrt, skrt, get swerved