[Verse 1: morgue]
Don't think this shit's working, don't think that I'm learning
I'm so overwhelmed, I might have to get to murkin'
Yeah, this bitch asking for a Birkin
She can't even text me back, what a burden
Come and get your ho 'cause she flirting
I'm with 51, bitch, yeah, you heard it here
I'ma be making this art still in like thirty years
I remember playing flash games in my early years
Now I'm cool as fuck, consider that a souvenir
One day I'ma disappear and then reappear
She said that she love me, I think she's insincеre
I'll probably fuck up your whole life and just intеrfere

[Verse 2: 5122]
I just want to know if you down for this
She just sucked up on my dick, now she got a lisp
When I was thirteen, I was taking trips
When I was fourteen, I was smoking zips
I just blew this bitch back watching Pixar
That boy is a faggot and he edit on PicsArt
Walk around, bitch, I'm fucking stepping
Sag my jeans 'cause I got that lethal weapon
She got nut up in her hair, she don't fucking care
Fade a Mexican dude, he looking like he Blair