-intro-
(-yeah, yeah.)
Haha..
-Verse 1-
Look into my eyes, then
Look at my shoes, now look at my gold chain
(-chain.)
Nobody knows whys, again
Bitch i just don’t give a fuckity fuck, aw shucks, you, look so plain
(-plain, ayy)
I don’t flex but I do what I can
Cus bitches and twits can’t resist the fact that I’m the man
O.G.G. from the start to the end, got, damn!
Bitches look up to me, cunts look down to me, right before I dig in, like you to a garbage can
Yuh, (-uh)
I’m lit, I’m the shit
-Chorus 1-
Cus
I would rather-
Flex-flex-flex-flex-flex
Oo! -ah, these
Bitches want some goot sex-sex-sex-sex-sex
Yuh, but I always said
No, no-no, no, -oh, -oh-oh-oh
Cus I am th’ fuckin best-best-best-best
Yuh, yuh
Cus I, don’t give any hecks
Uh, uh
-Verse 2-
Listen up, my name’s Lil Little, my flow’s so sick
About as sick as fuckin katy pery’s look today
Yuh. (-yuh-)
Yuh
You shoot me down, I’ll kill you now, anyhow, das jus not how I roll, foul, just like your face, you look like a lil bitch, like a dick
But just cus I say I like you, doesn’t mean it’s not a lie, it, doesn’t mean it means that I’m fuckin gay
Ayy
Cus-
Miss me wit that gay shit
Hmm-yah
Hmm-hmm, uh
-Chorus 2-
Cus
I would rather-
Flex-flex-flex-flex-flex
Yeah, ah
Than ride a dick and pop some pillies instead of
Checks-checks-checks-checks-checks-
Yuh, but I always said
No, no-no, no, -oh, -oh-oh-oh
Cus I am th’ fuckin best-best-best-best
Yuh, yuh
Cus I, don’t give any hecks
Uh, uh
-Break-
*instrumental for 8 sections*
All you bitches ain’t shit like me
Cunts don’t get wet by themselves that’s why i’m in it, really-
Ayy!
-Verse 3-
Yee, yuh, yah
I don’t rap, I just speak
I don’t write, I just think
It’s easy after a hundred, bitch the top’s not my peak
I don’t rise, I don’t plummet, I just stay, but at least I’m better than Lil Dink
Ayy
Fuck you for thinking of me as a shithead, I do so much more behind the scenes
I’m just tryna keep up a persona, I’m just tryna have fun with it, don’t call my songs shit, even though I intended for it to be this way, just seems that everyday, I stray further from the light every night, each fight is yet another depression session, aggression’s the only thing I am right now
And just trying to verify that I’m better is a coping mechanism, my careers ending like a prism, imma start low and imma end low, ya don’t know, who the fuck I am, so fuckin figure it all out when I’m dead
Fuck what you think, yet I say fuck it to whenever I negatively think to myself, when all I have is myself fucking up my mental health, this wealth, is just another advantage to myself and my pride, all I am is just dead inside, I lied, if I ever said I’m fine, define, fine and try to find my mind, with my bind, refined, like my music due to my mental anguish, this, is too much bish, each dish, is another diss to myself and whenever I’m on my own shit, too lit, can’t fit in, so I fit out, I win, go figure, you better be sure, you got your own house is order, anyhow
I’m too advanced to match your level
-Chorus 3-
Cus
I would rather-
Flex-flex-flex-flex-flex
Oo, nah-nah
Can’t live without this hex-hex-hex-hex-hex
From chloe
Yuh, but I always said
No, no-no, no, -oh, -oh-oh-oh
Cus I am th’ fuckin best-best-best-best
Yuh, yuh
Cus I, don’t give any hecks
Uh, uh
-Verse 4-
Imma boss without even working
Bitch check who the fuck’s more deserving
Check out my mixtape, continue lurking
Don’t wanna like me? Get the fuck out, you don’t deserve what you shit on, you ain’t earning
Nothing for nothing, just the satisfaction, if my album’s flopping, I’m flying and trying my best
But I won’t give a shit, this is just a hobby, sound like bobby, hill, annoying, just about as fucked as everybody i see nowadays, just cus I music doesn’t mean I’m trying to get money, it’s funny, my cousins always sleep on me, not in the music way you see
Ayy
Don’t fuck with me, i’ll make sure you stay alive for the night, don’t even try to fight, cus, every challenge is just a trap to another challenge, another conquest
I dick around cus I can, I talk shit cus I can, now, anyhow, everybody’s tryna put me down, I’m not done with meme rap, really
Yuh
-Chorus 4-
Cus
I would rather-
Flex-flex-flex-flex-flex
Hmm, -hmm, -hm-yuh
They asked me “what kinda sex robot you want?” and I said yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes
Ayy
Yuh, but I always said
No, no-no, no, -oh, -oh-oh-oh
Cus I am th’ fuckin best-best-best-best
Yuh, yuh
Cus I, don’t give any hecks
Uh, uh
-Outro-
Shiet!
