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(Verse 1)
Started as an assassin, now I'm here
Started as underclassmen
Then hall passes gave access
To sinks and stalls
Fucked bad bitches and all
And if I bust and go ghost then who do I call?
The funny thing is I'm spic
Spic and span
Call the Klan
And tell em I got solutions
Get all my niggas to hang
With no nooses
Got a white hoodie on, I'm Ezio
Backpack on my clavicle
Heads of mad exes
That said I was bad at it
You know I'm a meth addict
You know I'm the best at it
Money add then multiply
I call that mathe, mathematics
Ima dragon
With a javelin
Stuck inside of the cabin
I had the slaves added in
(Black music)
But I'm not talking bout slaves
Speaking bout having a raid
Inside a Macy's parade
(Luda)
Put a dagger in your medulla
Your tracks sound like bloopers
To a Adam Sandler flick
Did it click with you?
Happy, mad at son
My dad says I'm the crazy one
Guess all of the spankings fucking made me one
(Pre-Hook)
Someday Sunday services
Will worship my verses
I'm causing debauchery
Obviously I'm a problem
You thirsty you famished
Hotter than Georgia savanna
Savana Georgia
I told you
I told you it's just personal
(Hook)
I got a lot of problems with these people
I don't get props from these people
I don't get calls from these people
I told you it's just personal(2x)
(Verse 2)
Do not be scared by the bulge in my pants
I adore sin, more endorsements For my Johnson
Morgan and Morgan says I need a lawyer
The only Richard that I beats in my drawers
Tom Sawyer paints a fence
Who would you defend?
When Genesi is killing all of them
I spit like I smoke a cigarette
Nicotine inside my liver and scratches my throat
Like DJ Chino
King of hearts
Decked like cards
Man I'm fly like Piccard
The charts hard with my singles
Got Pringles on the table
That's chips in the can
Take a dick from your man
Can't stand his size can't match mines
Minds sorry
My vocal chords clustered
With cigarillos
Let's call Geppeto
Tell him get mellow
With yellow fellows
That meddle
With pets in kettles
And settle
Settle down!
Hansel and Grettle
Up stilettos
Get injured
Call a Geico
My flow moves flows
Who you know can drop bars harder than a wrecking ball?
Miley Cyrus on my face
Eat that clit like a grape
I fantasize all the time get used to it
The imagination that a loser gets
Sitting all alone with these cigarettes
Smoking all this weed...
I guess that's just the blues effect
(Pre-Hook)
Someday Sunday services
Will worship my verses
I'm causing debauchery
Obviously I'm a problem
You thirsty you famished
Hotter than Georgia savanna
Savana Georgia
I told you
I told you it's just personal
(Hook)
I got a lot of problems with these people
I don't get props from these people
I don't get calls from these people
I told you it's just personal(2x)
(Bridge)
I told you it's just personal(16x)
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