(Zenith here, I can't change the metadata like the person who added it but this is not a bby goyard song)

(So then, I'm some kind of evil vicious monster. My teachers have been saying that for years, I just thought it was a figure of speech.)

Gotta chase my bag
Gotta chase these stacks
Tryna chase a bitch
She dont love me back

She won't text me back
Better check my stats
Better check my stats
Better check my stats

Suckin on my neck
And I think she got some fangs

Pull up to the scene
Shorty eat me like some Canes

Shorty always [?]
Always give me fucking brain
Tweakin off a blunt
She said it's a different strain

Swi-switching up my ways
Switching up my hoes
Shorty kept me froze
So I'm sorry, let it go

Yeah, I keep a G
Catch me at a polo store

Ask 'em for some bread
N***as ask me for some more, yeah

Why you mad, huh
Why you mad, yeah
Why you mad, n***a
Why you mad, yeah

Why you mad, n***a
Why you mad, yeah
Why you mad, n***a
Why you mad, yeah

(Damn, it's time!) (That's not spirit energy he's emitting, it's demon energy!)
(The resurrection has begun!)