Death to all the Karens
Multi faceted interference
Call your parents
God never saved the day she ran the play like pallbearers
Three of us on both sides
Casket wide open
I say it all with sincerity britt ya thighs poking
I'm mesmerized by every step its hard to stop from groping
Ya magic got me taking trips in covid, risk it all
My days was low still kept it tall
I lend my toast to you for safety reasons y'all should hit the mall
I stand, watch from the block tower
Clocked hours maximizing visibly everything now it's stockpiling
On top of power it's sеwed up we got ours
I'll take thе flowers if they soothe my soul but otherwise you keep them hoes
I'll write it louder, my niggas latching onto anything that works
Left his brothers on the back burner just cause he in a vert
Two seats ain't enough when the gang carrying hurt, and work
I just installed the next installment of the curse I hope this pistol works
I bared my soul for peace and now I got a void as big as earth
I find it hard to write a love song to you
So let me sing a song of affirmations
I came from Nathan, literal faking he ate the bacon
Laid in amazement when the trips got real
Thought I won't coming back a couple times I guess I'm still here
Baking soda stretched out the bill, money made it off crills
They whispered "How he got them Jordan's?"
Bitch, my crib in the field
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Gimme love or leave me be
Why are you so mad, so mad my nigga calm down
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Gimme love or leave me be
Why are you so mad, so mad my nigga calm down
Come back, come back, come back, come back
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Come back, come back, come back, come back
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Come back, come back, come back, come back
Come back, come back, come back, come back to me
Come back, come back, come back, come back
Come back, come back, come back, come back
Come back here Kitchy you know what it is
You are gonna play that
Where's my money?
Here's a job right here 20 percent
You've got a job?
That's right ha ha ha
Get the fuck outta here brah
Ooh! what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do?
Aah, what you do?
You are gonna shoot me in front of everybody?
Haa?
C'mon