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our music is more poorly written than Luffy Bitch, why you screamin'? It got yo' fans creamin' This man lookin' like he's possessed by a demon You dated a man and could not even keep him Yo' dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin' Wanna fuck on Ronaldo but can't ever meet him Can't ever see him, your hopes getting blurry Barkin' at shit, you a closeted furry Nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin' dirty Bro lost the damn private jet to a high five That is the saddest shit I've seen in my life Swear this bitch think he the wolf off of Twilight Playin' with Adin's balls, NFL highlights Lil' bitch, now I'm switchin' the beat up Look like pre-k when yo' fans have a meetup Get to the blazin', this shit's finna heat up How yo' name "Speed" but you strugglin' to keep up? Know what, fuck this shit, Adin Ross, now I'm on yo' head Still owe me 3K from that talent show, bitch I am not done with you Fuck yo' lil' chat, you ain't gettin no "w"s Clout chasin' friends, yeah, that's why they all fuck with you Shit's gettin' old man, we've all seen enough of you All these girls on yo' stream but not one gettin' under you It's time you get checked, I ain't talkin' no Elon Andrew Tate's dick only place that you be on If Bronny ain't come to yo' motherfuckin' life We all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on Flowin' semi-automatic, put you in a packet