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[Intro: ilysm]
Hey, sor uh
Okay
Waiting on you pussies
Waitin' on y'all to head out
Got everything I need from y'all
It's like a checkout
Keep talking, keep talking, okay, um
And it go out the other ear like, okay, ugh

[Verse 1: ilysm & AOL]
Been waiting on you pussies
Waitin' on y'all to head out
Got everything I need from y'all
It's like a checkout
Keep talking, keep talking, bitch, I'ma get fed up
And it go out the other ear like, "What you said now?"
Run yo shit, run yo shit
I'ma hit you with the whip, like
Oh, deer! That's some homemade venison
I don't care! That's insolence
So you can end your shit off
Overdosing on shitloads of Flintstone vitamins
Ily known for irony, pussies known to desire me
But already with they boyfriends like, "What you fuckin' want from me?"
Ily got that iron, see? ily got that iron sight
Next person who walk in drop quick like it's nighty-night (Haha)
Body droppin' quick, no Yandhi
Bitch, I get a crowd screaming "Ayy!" like Fonzi
Guess I got an ego 'cause I think I'm so hot, see
But your ass so annoying, bitch, you seem like a Bonzi (Haha)
And bitch, I cook this dope like this shit Beat Bobby Flay
And so I keep these windows tinted, you can't see where I stay
White mom, white mom, how I keep that Special K, like (Yuh)
You ain't got no bars, bitch, fuck out my face! (Yuh, you've got mail)

[Verse 2: AOL]
They be like, "Where's AOL?" I'm posted in the Krypt
I just popped a couple caps, I'm finna take a trip
I feel like Blind in this ho, how I smoke a grip
Choppa lookin' Beyblade, how I let it rip (Real)
Uh, I keep it quiet like Tony Soprano
The nina is on my hip, and it's loaded with ammo
Wisconsin-made, but the bullets' straight from Colorado
I've got my fingers in her box like I'm playin' piano

[Verse 3: zombAe]
Don't text me, bitch, entertain within
The tetanus will [?]
All ties that [?] will grow within
And I outlived all my fuckin' riflemen
[?] new [?], that's the new thirty
I got to get the likes, but I don't think that I've earned it
And I'm somehow worried, there are so many fuckin' people that have changed my life
Best to make something up, [?] they fucking died
Many live out of spite, off the grid, [?]
And they jump in the side, and it's unworthy of eyes, uh
That I've ever seen, uh, hop-off, leave the scene, uh
Pour that kerosine, agh!

[Outro: ilysm]
Hey, alright