The Lynched Cook 1

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Jaxon so short, he can’t dunk in 2K, Still beggin’ for Lydia like it’s Valentine’s Day. She play you, ghost you, curve you, flip — You still post her up like that’s your chick. Talk loud, act tough — but scared to speak, Seen a girl walk by, you hid for a week. You say you got game? Nah, that’s pretend, Only numbers you pull are from your best friend. You cocky for nothin’, that swag is a scam, You a whole fiesta with no one to dance. You claim you the man, but you move like a kid, Still chasin’ that girl who don’t care what you did. hook Simp ass boy, still chasin’ that chick, She curved you twice, now you lookin’ real sick. Talk like a boss, but you move like a fan, She in my DMs — go cry to the ’Gram. verse 2 Tried to flex on me with that fake lil chain, But it turned green fast — now your neck got stains. Your game so weak it should come with a crutch, She left you on read, now you textin’ too much. You talk like a player but walk like a simp, Tryna wife up a girl that be out with the pimp. You 5 foot nothin’, but your ego six-ten, She played you once — you let her do it again. Mama loud in the back like a TikTok skit, You scared of a convo but claim you lit. I ain’t hatin’, bro, I’m just sayin’ the truth, You the king of the clowns in a loyalty booth. verse 3 Man, fuck what you sayin’, you ain’t hard, just loud, Actin’ like a king with no bitch and no crown. You be talkin’ that shit, but you fold when it’s real, Still cryin’ over Lydia like she payin’ your bills. You a simp in disguise, all bark, no bite, Scared to talk to a girl but gon’ tweet all night. I don’t know what’s worse — your height or your takes, You 5’1” with delusions that you pushin’ weight. You flex on the gram with your shirt off, why? When your chest look flat and your arms all shy. Tryna beef with me? Bitch, you barely a threat, I’ll flame you for fun and go back to my set. verse 4 This the last time I waste bars on your name, You stuck in the past, I’m ahead in the game. Still chasin’ that girl like she your whole life, While she laughin’ with me, sayin’ you not her type. I ain’t gotta fight — I just cook with the pen, Jaxon, lil bro, don’t get played again. So next time you flex, better come correct — ‘Cause I bodied this track with some casual disrespect.

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1 year ago

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