Certified Driller Boy

[Verse]
These boys must be psycho
Drill some more, go viral
I can face your idol
Just turned into Michael
Where's my title? (Where's my title?)
Where's my title? I'm like 6-0 in finals (Final)
This a classic, baby, put this track on vinyl (Vinyl)
Re-up heavy weight then get that off, that's light though (That's light)
Been outside since the Rogers was the SkyDome
Put you in the ground, still end up in the sky though
I'ma live long, got an extendy
Give two f's, that's just a fendy
This that ate my mama spaghetti
Trust when I say, you might not be ready (Might not be ready)
That's not my girl, I can get any
Huh, boujeest girl, take her to Wendy
Uh, add this to CLB, and credit me
As the sickest rapper from the D-O-T (D-O-T)
I can face these niggas with no IG (IG)
I'm pissed off, I'm not so smiley (Smiley)
Already told you, got two nineteens (Nineteens)
I carried thirty-eight at nineteen (Nineteen)
I never changed the roll with dime piece
I call me Billy like I have a daughter Miley
Everyone 'round me know's it's no kizzy
Why you have to make me go and get glitchy
All of you artists better drop for a glizzy
Federal grains will make you get—
Don't make me (Don't make me)
Don't make me turn up, I'll make it get busy
Let me see one of you niggas get limpy (Limpy)
Don't make me
You niggas better be holding the Bible
Run up on you, phone from-from Fido
Can't tell it's nothing, don't call my iPhone, huh (iPhone, iPhone)

[Outro]
Mhm, I'll talk later
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