You are an inflatable tube man
You're music is from a trash can
You think you're the commando
But your music is a no-go
You're nothing without auto tune
Oh no, stop the show
(Pure cringe...)
Yikes
Lando-da-commando
You ain't got no fans tho
You talk and talk about your ice
But you ain't got no bands bro
'02 Honda, not a Lambo
Come to fight me, use your hands bro
If you tried, you couldn't catch me
Cause in 5K you ran slow
Your SoundCloud is a landfill
Plays at zero and they standstill
You always on there fake flexin'
You know that I demand real
They think you can suddenly sing
That was just me with my autotune thing
I came with heat no denying
So much fire, the alarm ring
I think I know how you feeling now
You feeling like I'm the king now
3 Rappers, I'm the best one
I done graduated from SoundCloud...
You ain't got no water on you, but you got some water vapor coming out your mouth
Is that cucumber? Boy, you gonna fold your lungs like a sock...