[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Hey, check my resumé
T-t-to Bass be the glory
My dick go hard, eight (Oy, oy)
True facts, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Check my clock, I can't stop, ayy
Fuck around, make my 40 pop, ayy
No Pop caans, I pop pistols, ya
Revenge my body, clothing no issue, ah
Makes you look sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I just might bless you, ayy
I'm metro-sexual, no high cholesterol, ya
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch, let's get sexual, ya, ya

[Verse 2: KYZERIA]
Crimes crimes fighting all of these crimes
Shine shine all my n***a's be shining
Pull up twice like I put my spare time in
Show up then I might get out my Tommy

Let me speed this up you know I got the heat
Running the street I might just murder this beat
Ya'll lame ass rappers need to go take a seat so
Keep this in mind what a big R-I-P what I see
Got me over here thinking what a small flee
It's like your trynna rap acting like you're better than me
Ill give you a Rap Bat Slap if you rap over me
Got me here laughing but there's nothing to see
N***a's out here acting like I got a disease oh
Yeah I think I do it's called fuck all ya freeze
Imma soon to be actor but a rapper got me
Running round call it glad rapper but my game ain't for free

Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir, got me over here imma act like it's cancer call me young Brown
Got me standing like a dancer watching old movies Home Alone and one Prancer
Prancer, Prancer, Prancer, Prancer hello Merry Christmas's yeah I know it's me Santa
I know this maybe random but imma give you a Fanta no more gifts for you so imma not answer

[Verse 3: Coolie Cut]
Chase 'em with the fuckin' tec
Hit 'em where it hurt, n***a make it work
I'ma make it squirt, n***a I do dirt
N***a I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth
Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse
Gotta finish first, I just did my first
Protect me from my curse (From my curse, from my curse)
Ayy, yuh, bitch!

[Verse 4: Kin$oul]
Bitch, I put in work, spittin' with a curse
Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth?
Sell you tour merch, I just wanna fuck
I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?
Cha cha slide, all in that pussy
How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie
Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci
Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a Nimbus
Spot a n***a slippin', hold on, roll down the window, yo
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin', yo
Curse these demons, Lord, curse these demons
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