Issbrokie Space Buns!
[Intro]
Eh
Wow, this beat smokin', for real, hm-hm
That shit was corny
[Verse 1]
Look, overpaid for what I do, but art what dropped me outta school
Tryna keep my daily cool, but money act insanely cruel
Very rude
Speakers blaring while I'm wear and tearin' through these rappers
Merry Moods like it's a scary movie, and I'm Freddy Krueger (Bitch)
Blowin' out yo' bitch's back, but I don't play the tuba
That bar was stupid
I been stackin' racks and snatchin' mula
Ya bitch madula on my dick
Lil' bitch, I'm like Medusa
I get yo' shawty stoned by lookin' at my f..ckin' face
She in my phone, and now she contact
She think it's laced, shawty, this shit premium
She get a taste, and now she groovin' like Bohemian
Roll down to the spot for street tacos, get a medium
A Dr Pepper, please
They gave my ass the opposite, a large Sprite with vodka in it
Rappers pocket pick
Yo' dollar wallets full of pocket lint
My pockets often thick because the aqua on me talkin' shit for me for me
[Bridge]
Don't gotta say non'
Chain silly, I been on that ego shit since day one
I don't even talk to rappers, always on that gay sum
Idols in my DMs tryna nut in me like "Ayy, what?"
Bitch, I'm too bad for these hoes
I'm the A1
[Verse 2]
Cutie with the space buns
Rappers full of hate while yours truly lookin' caked-up
And I don't mean foundation
I'm dropped out, still perusin' education
Y'all rappers on that say what?
Bitch, I ain't tryna wait up
[Outro]
So, catch up, ho
Hm
