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[Intro]
​niztopia, niztopia
​niztopia, niztopia
Yeah

[Verse]
​niz need a verse, so I'ma go right now
I don't— oh fuck, I just dropped the damn mic
But I don't care, baby
You know that I got some fucking nice hair, baby
Uh, yeah, uh, wait
Mm, fuck
Shoulda did this shit when I had a fuckin' mic
But it's inside a storage unit two thousand miles away from the crib that I'm at right now
Shout out my mom, shout out my dad, shout out my bunny
Boy, you know I talk— Oh that shit ain't funny
Uh, mm, yeah
Uh
Up a pole on him like it's fuckin' [Dee's Day?]
I'ma pull up on niz, we gon' get a cheese plate
Uh, yeah, have a free day
Mm, yeah, sippin' Frito-Lay
Play the beat out the speakers with, fuck— Frito-Lays are chips
That's not a damn drink, my fault
But I play the damn beat out the speakers, left my headphones in Cali'
Bitch, you know I'm baddie, you know I'm a baddie
Bitch, I keep it fatty, wait I, hold up, huh-huh, huh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, ha-ha, okay
Okay, start naming shit that's in my childhood basement
There's a fucking plank of plywood
There's a fucking fish tank filter
There's a— why'd the beat stop?
There's a AC on the ground
There's a Glade air freshener, bitch, you know I'm fresher
Got the pressure
Hashtag fuck my life, boy, you know what we on
Fuck music, fuck my job, fuck my car, fuck my wife
Fuck my everything, fuck my boss
(Why'd the be—, uh, hello?)
(Why the fuck did the beat stop again?)
If you could hear that, lowkey, my mom playing piano upstairs, so that means I could be loud
Bitch, what you know about smoking on loud?
Bitch, what the fuck you know 'bout—? Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh
Bitch, we do a song wars
Ayy, meet me the lil', huh, huh, boo
What the fuck you know about—? Ayy, woah, ayy
Ayy, fuck a song wars, bitch, I need charcuterie board
Bitch, oh, fuck, I just knocked over that cloud converter
Bitch, and you know I really need a squirter
My mom probably think I'm bugging down here, but it's fine 'cause I got to—
Wait, damn, this beat long as shit, and there— one, one more bridge
I don't give a fuck, ayy, hey, hey
Why the fuck do things cost so much now? This shit really suck
I swear that I might have to get a job, this shit is tough
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Bitch, when I go restaurants I order large fries
It doesn't matter if 2hollis like guys
I'ma pull up in that motherfuckin' good, ayy
Pull up in that motherfuckin', I don't give a damn
Pull up in that motherfuckin' Green Eggs and Ham
Pull up in that motherfuckin' peanut butter jam
Uh, car slam, when I pull up, grand slam
Uh, and yo' bitch wanna touch up on my hand
I said no 'cause I'm taken
I'm— I'm j—, hey, ayy
I eat jerk chicken Jamaican, hey
She wanna touch my [?] hey, hey
Can't fuck with the pig, yeah, no bacon, hey
I switch the voice up, yeah
Yeah-yeah
[Outro]
Oh, man
I retire, I don't think I can do this anymore, man