Sorry not sorry, not bailing you out
Put your hands down you won't get any clout
Sorry not sorry, you running your mouth
Give it a year, you're living on a couch
Not of any of em, out
Your kids have to go out to work
I hope you're going to wooork
Don't write a- don't write a verse
Bitch do you even know how it works
Kirby been going berserk
Get on my nuts, why do you think we're [?]
You've been asking me what's up
You just woke up, and you say "I'm going up"
Tell your rapper you are not dumb
Look at my thumb, it's pointing down
Anytime any of you bitch asses are around
I would of make it, but you are the clown
Your music is basic you don't have a sound
Like fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Why you keep on blocking me?
Okay I change the subject I'm sure you had enough of me
I'm currently small ass fuck, Kirby pretty when hustling
Strongly want to see what the fuck these rappers would want to bring
[?] would kill myself fucking easily
Except that I'm not Kirby and end up in note of misery
That's why these mini me's are appearin' they think they fit with me
But I don't fuck with none of you that isn't me literally
I still see I'm just [?]
Shut the fuck up but don't look at my face
Look at my face when you're putting the place
Don't cope my phone I do not hate
I do not where to hate, to shit that matter
I'm trying to laid off, smokin' some chatter
Fuck with my [?] language, you're patter
If only I grew up with a 20-foot ladder
Motherfuckers dancing on my tweets inside my recommended
I don't think that you should keep rappin' just stop by recommended
You don't think I'm godly then go away or suck my appendix
I don't think that you should keep rappin' just stop by recommended

To refer to me as anything other than fucking perfect
Head to warehouse with [?] I'm shirtless while writing verses
Boy you do not have a purpose, if I was you I be nervous
Cause Kirby be going into the top of [?]
Wait, every time I'm rappin' I leave them asking how they do that
And I think that I keep stopping till my pocket feels like two mad
Bitch I don't know where my room at cause my [?]
[?]
Wait, every time I'm rappin' I leave them asking how they do that
And I think that I keep stopping till my pocket feels like two mad
Bitch I don't know where my room at cause my [?]
[?] I'll leave them be like how they do that

Wait, wait, wait.. how they do that
Wait..
Um.. uhh...
Got a new rug already got cum on it
Cause kirbytwocool yeah!
Umm...
It's not over yet that's my fault
Pretend I said something cool here
A good ending potentially
Yeah..