(VERSE 1)
I be throwing spells like I’m fucking Houdini
I pull up to your house in my fucking Lamborghini
She rubbin on my dick, yo bitch is making me a genie
I got a lot of bitches and they all wearing bikinis

Look at you bitch, I know you mad
If you were to fail, bitch I’d be glad
Killing all these people man, I feel so fab
I’m declaring war bitch, call me Vladimir

I’mma throw your far away from here
Are you talking shit? Well then, come here
Barely listen to you like I have one ear
I might not retire this year

She had a big booty, I told her to shake it
You’s a mistake and I might have to еrase it
When I’m boutta make a big announcеment, they sit
I’m in the kitchen and I’m cooking some bacon

[Instrumental break yeah yeah]

(VERSE 2)
Is the song over? (Almost)
Before or after? (Foremost)
Am I out there? (You’re most)
I’m leaving this shit at your (Doorpost)
Why you talking to me when you do not even like me?
When I’m spitting this shit, you might really dislike me
Can you understand me? It’s really unlikely
I be talking to all these woman like I’m dykey

YEAH!

This is a really really good surprise
You might be hearing this song for the first/last time
I will never renew my Amazon Prime
Why? I just don’t like it

Too much pressure, I might have to go meditate
Saying some shit in the mic I might hesitate
I’mma about to beat this bitch like I’m Andrew Tate
Tell you why I don’t give a fuck, I’m boutta educate