CUTIE PIE!

[Intro]
Say (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Whole time I got the vice grip (Yeah)
Triggers bustin', niggas duckin', I got the right clip
Good manners or the damage, a nigga might tip
I drive the boat for the passengers
This a Kodak moment, a nigga might drift
I work smarter not harder, this is a life tip
Can’t get your show on the road, niggas need a pilot (Uh)
You niggas trash still slavin' away on Sylenth
Matter of fact you slaves no matter who niggas sign with (Uh)
Lemme look at your deal, 21 Savage
To these Milli Vanilli ass niggas
Don’t even own what they rhymin' (Facts)

[Refrain]
I can't take this livin' all alone, I’m Phyllis Hyman
Billie Eilish got four GRAMMYs, it’s frightenin'
Slick old nigga, I’m Peabo Bryson
Flows be so-so, you off key
Rappin' like it's '04, wrote this in Red Monkeys

[Verse 2]
Uh
Steady hand Peggy, my production is a diamond
Precision, execution, and timin', slick rhymin'
Pick up the pattern, tackle melodies like a lineman (Huh)
Rappin' offsides, throw the flag when you fine him
Up in your turf with a bomb and a plan
Flowin' in enemy territory, I feel like Walt White
Teach you niggas how to get busy on USB mics
Rappin' like Schoolly D and dressing like Magnum P.I
She need a tip drill, Peggy been uncut since E.I
All these amateurs, they can't keep up with my stamina (Nope)
Ebony, wrong category
You ain’t built for what you backin' up
Make your bitch back it up
All these weird beats, you commentin' while I’m stackin' up
Gots to find new wave, these niggas stay attackin' us
Feel like a Titan when I'm strappin' up, my flow a bachelor
Get to fuckin' on the back of her and get attached to her
Pistol pokin', I look after her, your beats inaccurate
Muddy low end and you over-compressin'
'Cause you don’t know what you doin', so you be stackin' it
Don’t know the diff' so they just hold and attack it
You impassionate, ungrateful
Mince meat, don’t mince words, bitch, I hate you
Thinkin' about what I’ma do and how I'ma do it when I face you

[Outro]
Oh, man, stupid