PART I
[Intro]
Haibo, huh, haibo, huh
Grrr
Blindigi (wow)
Yeah (listen)
[Verse 1]
Princess Rowen just dropped a reply (yeah)
He played the reverse Uno on the bwouy
Thought he the gay one (ay, nah nigga)
Embrace your own community, don't put us on your tier (facts)
Clearly said you want a boyfriend, now your homies live in fear (ha ha)
That one day you might switch and confuse them with your thotties (woo)
The ones you claim you got, it might be Don, it might be Shlatty (it might be them)
'Cause there's no fuckin' way you getting laid by real bitches (nah)
Ain't no bitch gon' let you hit, you ain't even circumcised (what)
And if you are, I guess it must be recent (facts)
I ain't misinformed, bro you told me that you fear it (brrr)
The fuck boy persona all a facade, now I get it (no)
And you act like you got bodies, nah my nigga, that's all cap
You should just
Send a dick pic ndoda sbon' ujwabu (pha xha, pha xha)
Send a dick pic ndoda sbon' ujwabu (haibo)
Send a dick pic ndoda sbon' ujwabu (brrr)
Took a play out of your book, being gay (grrr)
So vez' ujwabu mfan' omncane (grrr, yeah, let's go)
"Not your regular pansexual, motherfucker"
That's a quote from the soy boy who be better than the howler, nigga
I'ma whoop your homo ass (hawu), don't hit back, I'm not your father (hawu)
A Zulu man that craves for dick (hmm)
You embarrassing your culture (that's facts)
Bro, don't mention T.M.P (no)
You don't want no smoke with me (you don't)
Don't let a nigga fat as Donovan hand you this defeat (hot)
Say you got fat bitches, man I'm sure it must be him (word)
Coming in and out the closet, we'll accept you as our queen (we will)
Like your brand Lexicion, ain't nobody really buy it (ching)
Saying now you straight, Rowen tell us why you lying (why)
Fiend for some wood, you the gay Bray Wyatt (ha ha)
Hope he waking up now that you the one who's dying (vuka)
Your girls faking pregnancies when you ain't even naai'd 'em (hmm)
Sat up on your face, now you got herpies and you crying (that's tea)
Bonolo uk'nik' upan', ngoku sew'halel' umthondo (yoh)
Saying she your best friend (brrr), wen' ucingba as'nanqondo (hayi)
Yeah, we get it, yeah, we got it
Yeah, we hear you Rowen (hayi siyakuva)
I'm sorry that my circle tight and that seems sus Rowen (ndiyaxolisa)
It gets smaller 'cause I'm keeping all the realest Rowen ('bangani 'bangenyani)
Unlike you and your friends who say you mid Rowen (facts)
No amount of sampling gonna save you from this smoke (no it won't)
No amount of stealing lyrics gonna give you any hope (no it don't)
No amount of cap raps gonna make you look dope (huh)
Heard you laughing at me (no it won't), I don't really even get the joke (hayi man)
Niggas calling you the G.O.A.T
Then I might just slit your throat (awuyombuzi)
I don't care about your tales about ncika with your folks (and'nandaba)
You gon' turn on 'em one day when your dick get hard (balekani)
And revert back to type (bafethu)
They'll accept for who you are
PART II
[Verse 2]
They'll accept for who you are
They'll accept for who you are
They'll accept for who you are (ay, yeah)
Nigga just wanna be homo (woah)
Ain't none wrong bout that (ay uh uh)
You gotta change your name (change)
'Cause you ain't gon' shoot no man (yeah let's go)
Your competition with bitches (woah)
Now you go work on that (yeah)
Now you gon' hit the club (hit it)
Now you gon' get that bag
Thought you were hustling nigga, what happened to Forex? (yeah, what happened)
Your love stories all the same and we all know that (yeah we know)
It goes to show that you don't have more than one bitch (no you don't)
The one that gave you STD, then you switched (ha)
Your beats ain't all that nigga
You just pitch a sample and you add the drums (facts)
Can't afford to pay for Tracklib, ngok' ukhipha only on SoundCloud (awunamali ndoda why)
If you think your mind games gon' hurt me nigga, you should up your stocks up (no)
Oh wait, trading never worked out for you
Now you'll never get that bar, you bitch (ha ha)
Failed a grade in high school just to try to focus solely on the music (facts)
You still ass years later, it was all for nothing, man this shit is confusing (usa tshyaza)
Safe space, we already knew you were gay by hoes you hang with (it's fine)
Make it seem like you a ladies man, man we fucking knew that you were faking (woah)
Don't have a single scar on your body
But you rap about sliding the block (ching)
BTEC Bryson tiller saying he the best, bro your homies acknowledge you not (nah)
Machete up your fuckin' ass since you love acting like a driller so much (brrr)
Since you got a home that can call your own, nigga you just been awfully loud (ho)
"Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet" (bet)
That's all you know
Even Yuji tryna sugar coat it but he know you slow (yeah)
Your vocabulary too basic, nigga you ain't even gotta say shit (nah, nah)
You ain't serenading these bitches nigga (nah)
You only making their ears bleed (grrr, baow, baow, baow, baow)
