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[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Pole Joe on the track
It's like Westside Gunn, Northside Pole, yeah

[Verse]
I pay bitches to count my money by the decimals
Ice cold like Elsa, got to motherfuckin' Let It Go
I cannot fuck with you right now, so I gotta fit it on my schedule (Schedule)
Eat some chips with salsa, I lied, I've been eating all of it (Yeah)
Most of y'all motherfuckers do a verse, then call it quits (Quits)
Most of y'all motherfuckers more ugly than Gunna's fits (Fits)
Yeah, and you all wanna dap me up like I'm the fuckin' shit
Poppin' zits, be [?]
JJ got no more recording software, what thе fuck is this? (Bow)
Got more money than [?]
Got so many enеmies, I be praying God is nice to me
They lie to me [?] (Lie to me)
There's a wasp in the beehive, that's me
I can't see your motherfuckin' corniness (Corniness)
Makin' four hits, there are horny kids [?]
Most of y'all's music don't even fuckin' hit
(Westside Pole!)
I regret making Chungus, shit's so old
More than Betty White's kids
R.I.P. by the way, I'm not trying to complicate all this shit
Y'all are fake, suck my dick and go away (Ooh)

[Outro]
Yeah
You already know, Elastef
Yeah