Honestly, I don't even look like I can rap But I mean I'm alright, I guess I don't even know Imma be one of the best though Do I look I snap like this Who knew I could rap like this Not you Flowing just like I’m a fish That’s true I got the basic flow No Best in the Pearland On the low I’m a little bit cocky I know That’s the whole point ha Gotta exploit It’s the one way I can ever get famous I’m feeling like facing my demons upfront And never being shameless I’m feeling adjacent to all of my haters Pumping iron like I'm a masturbater Elevate my level like an elevator Carry the squad like an elevator I meant escalator Oh my god what am I on Got a bad girl Got a bag real Have killed Nah But do you got skill Want a deal Last year went ill Ain’t ready but you went You still mad still Yeah Yeah I’m mad I was sad You gonna get through it young lad I promise You still got a lot of options Go for it like it’s your last Smoking these rappers I don’t gotta roll them up Cooking these lyrics the smoke is just showing up Taking the guts out I give you a tummy tuck Thinking yo mouth is ready to get loaded up Cocking it back and then it go bust Rocking it back you a little bit sus Talk yo trash and I barely even cuss Wanna be loud but you better go shush I be at the top while you being a dick Thinking you’re cool but you really a simp Master at this and I say this is it I’m so sick Eh eh Ehhhhh Bark at me like the mailman Hit him with the bam bam shh Hit him with the hand I don’t wanna go to jail I can’t Yeah I just wanna have fun (mmhmm) I just wanna have love I just wanna give up (ha) I just wanna blow up (uh huh) I just wanna glo up (I'm ugly) There’s so many emotions (huh) Going through my head (ah) I just wanna go to bed I’m so tired Saying I’m good you a liar I’m so good so fire I don’t gotta job no hire I’m so much higher Tryna find myself another lucky buyer 100's on me cheap attire Huh yuh Spin around like a tire Your music is average Your music is bad and I’d throw it inside of the trash can You not even savage You flexing but can’t even get all the cabbage A lot of fake rappers A lot of these beaners saying they got a bad bih But we know that they lying I don’t believe you I don’t even buy it Give me that guak guak Gonna go to the top top And take you for a walk You trash like a bot bot You pop cuz you bought bots You a dog Bark bark bark Yo lyrics like a bla bla bla bla Say you really hit him with ba ba ba ba But you just speaking fa fa fa false Getting the dough better pass the salt salt salt Want you to count how many times I switched the flow How big you gonna be honestly it gotta be big I don’t know Baby steps Maybe bands Prolly later I need the fans Waving hands Do you understand that She don’t mess with me A hundred and 50 Inside of my bank account Taking some money out Heading to Waffle House Wait She Calling my phone Yeah hi hello bye I gotta go Okay