The whiskey wrote this one
Call me Capone
On the come up, where the fuck is my throne
Sending you out like I'm Karl Malone
I deliver the post to your bitch with Patrone
Passing you laughing cause this is my home
You are not laughing cause you're in my zone
You're all alone, you're all alone
Now why you alone, oh yeah
Lay my game on a bender
Like her booty is fat and her waist looking slender
Like when I am done I will probably lend her
Move on to next cause she look like a Jenner
I'm high and you're low and you're bitch is a tenor
You need W's? You can call me a vendor
Best you sit down, call your public defender
Cause I'm running my mouth and assuming your gender
Everyone knows that you're set to beginner
You sure you're more hungry cause I'm looking thinner
It's not a question, you're not cooking dinner
Still you run around acting like you're a winner
Played the nice guy but you made me a sinner
Got me swiping left, I'll call you Tinder
Call this game your bitch, say what
Funny, cause I'm all up in her
Every little thing is trying to beat me today
Everybody looking past the feats that we made
Every fucking time it's like I see your ass rewind
So I try to realign the fucking moves that we made
Anxxiety is moving brand new at the gate
Anxxiety is moving like he chasing the hate
Anxxiety is moving, I'm just playing the game
I don't have much to say
Get the fuck out my way
Oh god
Yeah, you deadass make me flip, I don't wanna talk about it
You deadass talking shit and I wonder who allowed it
You a dick riding bitch for the clout, you can't hide it
Get off my dick, yeah
Mother fucker, mother fucker let's play Red Rover
Mother fucker, mother fucker send your bitch right over
She hopped up on the train so move the fuck over
Might sound insane but I want some closure
Might sound real lame but I'm done with you posers
Might be in the 7th inning stretch but I'll bring in the closer
You're in the fast lane but you're going 55
Saying you're the fucking realest but you're barely alive
Saying you're the fucking shit but your career taking a dive
Winner, winner, chicken dinner
Nah, you turkey, you're a jive
It's like I got all of these issues but I didn't tweet about it
Like I'm really fucking hungry so I finna eat about it
Like you got some beef with me but you don't wanna meat about it
Throw that cash up in my bag cause I ain't gonna leave without it
Throw your album in the trash cause everyone could live without it
Pull your head up out your ass cause you stink, no doubt about it
Bitch you clouded
Yeah, you deadass make me flip, I don't wanna talk about it
You deadass talking shit and I wonder who allowed it
You a dick riding bitch for the clout, you can't hide it
Get off my dick, yeah
Yeah, you deadass make me flip, I don't wanna talk about it
You deadass talking shit and I wonder who allowed it
You a dick riding bitch for the clout, you can't hide it
Get off my dick, yeah
Dick riding bitch, you hoe
Yeah, if you think this fucking song's about you it probably isn't
So fuck with this
Anxxiety, Grudges
We on some new shit and we ain't done yet