i got a new mic and I wanted to test it out how does it sound
Lyrics:
What’s poppin
Just woke up, just clocked in
Red socks, green jersey, up in Boston
Chef it up on the track, baby I’m saucin
They Stalkin
B****es on the gram always talk s***
What they want, um, b**** I got it
You with her but I’m the one she callin
I be in the gym, I lift heavy on the bench press
Strong like Arnold, got a big chest
Pull up to a meeting with the Burberry on
Like damn bro, that felt like a big flex
I be like a large salad with the croutons
I got chicken and I always be the best dressed
I got songs in this b****, they be going platinum
Like my teeth, I ain’t got a plaque yet, uh
She told me that I got an ego
We know, freak h**, but you’ll still deepthroat
MJ, I shoot with my eyes closed
And I’m still gonna hit the free throw
That girl is what I call practice
Warm up strokes with my cactus
Math nerd who turned cool as hell
Pull up to the party with an abacus
Told you I was that guy
Last year was ugly, now I’m too fly
Phone was sahara, it was so dry
Now I just get nudes when I don’t try
Someone say glo up?
Soju in my drink, po’ up
Heart broke, now that s*** closed up
Ice on me now I’m froze up
I do not have time to talk to no lames
Say that I’m changing from internet fame
They just be mad that they staying in place
I am a lion, I cannot be tamed
Shut up b****, you a thot
I don’t care if you hot
I be out here chasing bags with the bros
And we be smoking a lot
*cough* *cough* yeah I got asthma
B**** I got bronchitis
Everything I make’s golden
Got the touch like Midas
Why are you trying to give me advice
You ain’t never even tried this
I got the labels all coming to me
Contracts out, told me sign this
I got the passion and love for this game
When I lose that, I’m resigning
Nowadays I’m out here looking for checks
That’s the only thing I’m signing
I be walking down the street eating pears, yeah
I be healthy as f***
Fans, they all recognize me in the dark
And they all showing love
Used to trap but my record clean
Aye, like I used Dove
Rest in peace to my bro in heaven
Guiding me from above
She be sinning on me, doing karaoke
Girl from Italy, she on my cannoli
Only want me cuz pockets on ravioli
Yeah they plankton, they all want my formuoli
Aye the last time I caught feelings, my a** started to slack
So I cut her off, hopped on the mic baby now I’m back
That’s facts
What’s poppin
Just woke up, just clocked in
Red socks, green jersey, up in Boston
Chef it up on the track, baby I’m saucin
They Stalkin
B****es on the gram always talk s***
What they want, um, b**** I got it
You with her but I’m the one she callin
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