I'm a bad bitch, Billie Eilish, and a copy cat
Peggy, Kenny beats type beat 'cause I like that
Fly kids see me all funny 'cause I like rap
And I'm nice at it, might go viral at it
Gorilla Pods on me, I Casey Neistat it
And I'm not tatted but wear my art up on my sleeve like it wove into my fabric
You noobs spit static, bad acid, no magic
Just tragic, I prefer lactic acids to move past the shit
It's an accident if you don't blast this shit
Pete D, take a jog if the box was too Grande
Even Kim cain't keep up with Kanye
I'm too wavy!
And I'm on Tidal (true hitta)
You don't want it, see my heart on onyx
And my pen is f*cking bored
You don't want it, see my heart on onyx
And this pen's a mighty sword
Beaucoup hundreds, all I really wanted
So I line up for the morgue
I might run up in New York like I'm Dr. Manhattan
Make them all hit the floor, point my finger, start zapping
Then run up in the morgue, bring them all back to action
Except your mans hating 'cause he thought I was slacking
Now Slacks the brand, I count it all in my fingers
And I'm Mr. fancy pants, with the velour Adidas
My tracks in all caps, 'cause I capitalize on them
Try backwards capitalism instead of trash talking on it
That's just how it is man, I chose to update
Instead of sitting around, acting funny with hate
Reminds me of the sound on Slacker Money Mixtape
It's about to go down, I think on that we relate
But we can't go shutting down every heated debate
You want war my hitta? It's right here on your plate
War on peace, love and positivity? Great
But try to war on my earnings? You make too little too late
You don't want it, see my heart on onyx
And my pen is f*cking bored
Beaucoup hundreds, all they really wanted
So they line up for the ward
You don't want it, see my heart on onyx
And this pen's a mighty sword
Beaucoup hundreds, all I really wanted
So I line up for the morgue