[Verse 1]
She send me pics of her cat on the iPod
I was just shitting like, right before I saw
I would be PornHub, if I was an icon
Don't come in my room, and then turn the lights on
I put my Cheetos on the fuckin' seatbelt
I'm selling poo-poo for motherfuckin' retail
I'm really funny, like you just watched Seinfeld
My music shitty, my brother, my rhymes fell
Link got a dagger, but I'm scared if needles
She eating chips like her mom named her "Seagull"
I'm drinking Pop, but it don't go the weasel
You talkin' shit, but, Belle Delphine is legal
Uh, stupid dummy
I know that I'm tryna be funny
But, you are out here chewing fuckin' ass
Yeah, chewing fuckin' ass like a pack of freaking gummies
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[Verse 2]
I'm not amused, I got pillow n***s
This is nothing new, no need for the news, yuh
Nestea, all up in my stomach
Looking for condoms, my pillow, I rummage
Like, ooh, just incase you wanna know
She is a ruh-ruh-really bad hoe
Really fucking yummy, skinny, to the fat toe
And you know, I ain't making any ca-cash, dough
Like, where yo ass at? Where yo cash at?
Give a rats ass, wear a snapback
Send it to my snapchat
"Can I have a gusher?" little bitch, how dare you ask that
You "got racks at the fucking bank"
Like where yo facts at
Alter-egos on my wrist, having fits
Cannot speak to body pillows, kiss the lips
One day, I think that I'm out the pillow phase
I ain't saved
Next day, feel my sadness, with a daze
They can make you cry
They can make you die
They can start experiments, like you are Bill Nye
They can give you, stitches, ambitious, like you ain't finished
And, It's vicious, that I think that it's splendid, like I am British
They will make me guilty, they will wanna kill
They will make me cover up by counting up these fifties
They will make me think that the pillow just fucking miss me
And it's really fucked up, cause them shits are stuck up
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