Lyrics: Matt proxy
Music: Matt proxy
I'm a scammer, I'm a soldier, I'm a rich junkie
You is just a poor-ass nigga, you a bitch monkey
How the **** you get scammed for the lean? You can't tell, dummy?
Fell in love with my runner, she made a sale for me
Fell in love with my runner, she a bad bitch
I just saw your bitch on the 'Gram, she a catfish
If you pass the blunt, nigga, better ash it
I don't **** with niggas, I'm a ****ing fascist
Lightskin-ass nigga with the newest fashion
Every bar I say is a mother****in' caption
I turn "Is" to "Was," turnin' pronouns into past tense
I voted Donald Trump 'cause I ain't never pay my taxes
I'm fasting, told me that I'll be last in the class, bitch
Turnin' up the claps, I got thе bitches shaking asses
Ballhog, make surе my niggas, they pass it
How you smoking Black & Milds acting like you classy?
Why the **** you tryna hate on me? You nasty
I got rich when I realized my idols, they can't pass me
I got rich when I picked up a Bible in a taxi
I just popped a bean and now my stomach got me gassy
Fresh nigga, freeforms in the hair, they nappy
If you think you in front, nigga, I'm just overlapping
I woke up, I made this beat up in my bedroom
I told my bitch "I made a hit, I need some head soon"
Got the bass booming, nigga, **** the headroom
Weed hella sparkly, it's looking like an emerald
K-Dot said, "Don't put the pussy on the pedestal"
I'm tripping, nigga, I've been eating on the edibles
Scamming ni– scamming nigga hella fresh though
I'm the type of nigga spin back like a yo-yo
Bitch, I feel like a camera, I'ma go pro
As-salamu alaykum, nigga, I need four hoes
Told her "Shut the **** up," but the mother****in' door closed
Told her "Bring that pussy back, it get foreclosed"
Nigga, what the **** I'm on? Only Lord knows
I'm the type of nigga to pop out like a horror show
She told me I'm a star, so now she giving me my horoscope
Got a black cup with Wockhardt, Nether portal
Something new everyday like the Wordle
You is basic, I'm a Mewtwo, you a Squirtle
Ayy, I've been in that mode, I can rap for days, boy
Know I'm goin' up, you ain't shit but a gay boy
Like my best friend grounded, I can't play, boy
Brand new cartage blowing shit, just like a GameBoy
Got this money when I was a jit, we ain't the same, boy
I want that money, want that money, **** the fame, boy
I mix the Wocky with the weed to keep me sane, boy
Run it up, hella fast, nigga, I'm Usain, boy