Bitch, I be fly like an arrow or sparrow, She thin but a ruler, narrow and a pharaoh, Call me a sad-o, I make u leak like a tamp-o, My tempo too high and my drip too wild, Wild not mild, spicy like reaper, Get in ur head like reaper, Killing these fuckers like reaper, Into that pussy I'm going deeper Peepers and creepers, we fuck them up, Leapers and leakers, they fuck me up, They keep jumping and squirting, Bump in to ya and get to humping hell yeah, Up in my hell, Hell yeah, I'm the aire to the fresh, That's bell aire, On the air, I be floating, Never, never catch me joking, Always, always catch these bitches choking, Poking her pussy, that pussy I'm soaking, No one better in this game, to me yall are lame, damn, this game I'm deep throating, cuz im the goat ting, Uh. Uh. Moaning on my adlibs, When I get to finger and eating like ribs, Locking my demons in this cage like ribs, Plibs and plebs, don't bring me pleasure, Only exist to measure against, me Fuck me, pay me a fee, please, And thank you, I got good manners and present the mannerism, Meticulous like autism, Particular with these words and syllables, Pop prescription pills like lunchables, Damn, these fuckers I hate, Look at their face, Punchable, Bringing it solo from UK, my loyalty is not purchasable, So I perch myself on top like a cat, 'cept I ain't no pussy, I'm just kinda fussy, Bring it right back that's autism, Bring it back back back, If I see you lack lack lack, I make it blood and gore, My bitch I adore, Drive it like a Ford, I got raps and bars for days, Rapture and a tear in reality, Reality is ur not catching up. Reality is futility, Guess I'm madara, Hit u with the sharingan, Eat ur bitch up, sending to the moon or the stars, like a shark in han, Its star wars reference for u underdeveloped pussies, It's right back to the pussy, Right back to the fact, Bring it back back back, If I see you lack lack lack, I make it blood and gore, She ain't got times for me, So I divide that bitch into two, I count it backwards like factorial, Matter fact I school you like tutorial, I feel that eauphoria when they say got a new yout' for ya. Can confirm I tear, and bear, bare bodies topping me ain't rare, one look at me ain't just a glare it's a stare, anxiety or insecurity, perchance, perhaps u weren't the one this shit I second guess on a day to day basis, I can't tell her so I just spit it at the basic, with the loud ass bassists in the back