Coronavirus

[INTRO]
Yea
Wrote this shit in the fuckin sauna nigga
20 minutes swear to god
Yea

[VERSE 1: IHATEJULIAN]
Im in the sauna sweatin my liquor out
What the fuck is yall bitchin bout
Yall niggas all lost, took a different route
Had to run it up, had to miss the drought
Got too many jobs like Nick Cannon or Ray-J
Had to chase the bag like Baby D and Day Day
Monday thru Friday thats pay day
Saturday, Sunday thats pay day
Dance in that pussy, watch me whip
Dance in that pussy, watch me nae-nae
Her pussy ok sometimes, sometimes its good like Pei Wei
My niggas all smoking that Grade A
Yea we aced the test
They dead, need a place to rest
My money on us, im taking bets
Yeezy's on with the latest sweats
Make it look easy I dont break a sweat
If you ain't got cash I'll take a check
Foreign chick, and we hunchin
Real foreign, Luka Doncic
She throw me the lob to all of her bitches
Now im dunkin like Porzingus
Im a Maverick, not from Dallas
Im from Broward, the fuck you thought
Thats your chick? she been caught
Uola hit her, Bmore hit her, Cj hit her
ShaundaDon, thats my hitter
Citrus fruit, they so bitter
She jus wanna talk all day on twitter
I just wanna play around with her clitter
Life move fast
I need a chick like Rubi Rose, to do me slow
He dont look familiar, who he know?
*bow* *bow* *bow* adios!
This real life, no movie role
Dont push me, im moody bro
Dont pinch me, im living my dreams
My niggs on percs, my niggas on lean
My niggas on molly, my niggas all fiens
Been gettin money since i was 13
Hit my first lick when i turned 14
Fucked my first bitch when i turned 15
Yea you gotta pay if you want a 16
Graduated when I was 17
Had haters when I was 18
Copped the jeep, put it on 19's
Nah they was 20's
Swear to God
I can't lie
If i lie, then I fly
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Grip on that pussy like some pliers
Fuck her til she pass out like some flyers
Sing to my bitch YK Osiris
Sick, spittin that Coronavirus, BITCH

[VERSE 2: JAY BURNA]
This that coca out to Boca
I go loco with my vatos
Gettin cheese like some nachos
Turn her skirt into a poncho
Got her raining, now she draining all my pipes, this bitch is brazy
Bickin back and bein bool
Im Uncle Luke with the tool
All these rides like six flags
It ain't nothin for 6 racks
Get you lined like Tic Tac
Tip Toe in J's like Riff Raff
Im a monsta wit the Contra
Eatin shrimp with some pasta
All you niggas been imposters, you can see it in they posture
Took a stallion down to Houston
Threw some thousands down in V-Live
I was whippin in the Stinger
I was woopin wit the B-Hive
This that cooked crack
Get you hooked jack
This Ebola
This that Anthrax
My flow dangerous
Get yo Hazmat
Niggs can't rap wit me
And I can't change that
Propane masterpiece, now watch me flame that
Nigga its Burna
The beast, boy turned up