QUIT THE BULLSHIT
(Intro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
99
(Verse 1)
I just hit up my therapist
Told him I might be a masochist
It seems he’s showing prejudice
No shit, he says I’m dangerous
He says I’m quite spontaneous
Doing shit that’ll endanger us
I guess I’m just an arrogant experiment that acts like a terrorist
We just got to Connecticut
My pride is way too delicate
Let’s try and round up an estimate of the indefinite degenerates
This track sounds way too desolate
This album might be excеllent
Shoot up this bitch with adrenaline
I’m rulеr of the specimens
(Verse 2)
Fuck you mean about the big ol’ guillotine
Had to get some Krispy Kreme before you went down on my D
And we went down to Tennessee fore’ you drank all the Hennessy
Bitch, I ain’t seen you do this shit before since 2017
Fill it up with gasoline
I don’t know what that shit means
They better run it back ‘fore I hit them in their teeth, bitch
(Verse 3)
They be saying all this shit bout me
Every night, I tend to get a bit drowsy
It’s so much better than when I get a bit lousy
You would never even hear this if it wasn’t for me
But someday all this will go downhill
Make a shitty-ass song just like Meek Mill
News flash, bitches, I am one in a krillion
It never crossed my mind that I am so fucking brilliant
Turn you on, turn you off like a light switch
I can never sing at the right pitch
If I try too hard, then I might glitch
It’s so much better when I’m trying to fight shit
I’mma put you bitches on another label
Shut up and put my money on the table
Just enough that I can pay for the cable
Catching up with your silly little fables
I’m boutta blow up the pyramid of Giza
After that, I’m gonna fill out the arenas
Even though nobody knows what I mean yet
For now, I’m going to enjoy my clean set
Do you love or loathe me?
Just tell me, I need to know, please
Everybody knows I’m the one and only
Holy shit, is that a pony?
Better keep all your chickens in the coop, bro
Getting closer to the day I’ll have to stoop low
Check my Instagram on your cool phone
Relax and enjoy this new show
(Spoken Word)
Nah, I’m cutting it short this time
How ya’ll feel
Okay, let’s do it
(Verse 4)
Fuck you mean, had too many drinks
This is what I really think
Fuck you in the kitchen sink
We all boutta see a shrink
In the people’s lame critiques
Fuck you and your little schemes
That is what I really mean
Show them, Yeet