I’m a fucking demon bitch I move in silence I’m the bad guy fucking Billie eilish All black fashion I’m so fucking stylish 3 stripe closet I don’t need a stylist That dawg ain’t a killer he is just a typist He ain’t fucking hard he is the politest He ain’t got a tan he is just the whitest Yo teeth fucking green you need to brush He talking out his neck I told him hush I ain’t in a rush I’m fucking sipping crush Leave em bloody on the curb fucking red slush Clogged the kings toilet that’s a royal flush I don’t really care bout saying too much That bitch was capping bout keeping in touch They don’t like me cause I go against the rules type shit How the fuck the king ever gonna lose type shit Yeezys on my feet on my fucking shoes type shit He said you fucking wit my bitch I said “whose?” Type shit This shit a mystery blues clues type shit I’m done with yo shit this is it type shit Think you hard but you sweet like a apple fritter You a snitch you a rat you a little critter You zesty as fuck with your hair glitter Crying bout what I say and post that shit on twitter I feel like a baby sitter who got way fucking richer Bitch undo my zipper You know I’m a fein Cooked like jimmy dean I might pop a bean Made this at the house of gene On sum drugs I’m sipping lean Not too many things that I’ve never seen Got your designer shit off SHEIN Told him it was fake asked me wtf I mean