HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS

[Intro]
Ayo, this shit is all jokes so like
Shut the fuck up

[Verse 1]
Ayo, tell Eminem to shave his beard and get back on that vicodin
Bleach his hair and call both his mother and wife a ‘bitch’
When I see Lil Xan, I’ll be ready to get violent
He’s got a gun but when he sees me, he’s just gonna slice his wrists
I don’t need to fight Lil Baby, I did the research
Just slip a perc in his drink watch him die from a seizure
The fuck I look like asking for a Chance feature?
I’ma force his wife and daughter to rock a Kazuo t-shirt
I’ll cheat on Cardi B and probably never feel pitiful
Then snitch on 6ix9ine for some shit he didn’t do
I don’t give a fuck, shit on my life I want hate
The type to do a drive by on an ex/X, Jahseh
When it gets ugly my face will be still pretty
I’ll jump Chris Brown in the body of Lil Dicky
While wearing some Fenty makeup as Karreuche chills with me
Forcing Royalty to watch then afterwards kill Trippie
Yeah yeah, I’m an asshole but I bag hoes
I’ll lynch the new Kanye while rocking a Klan robe
And have the sound of him choking later used as a sample
By the old Kanye like *choke* (he fucking snapped bro)

[Hook]
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no)
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no)
Yo switch the beat
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do
Y’all mind if I wild out?
Y’all mind if I wild out?

[Verse 2]
Okay okay okay, my shits so fire Drake probably wanna jack it
I’ll go to France, find his hidden son then kidnap him
I’ll fuck Kylie while having a session with Travis
Then collab with Brockhampton and call Kevin a fa-
-ntastic artist, damn I love to start shit
Lets just admit it, French Montana is retarded
He’s the weakest out the BX, him and Russ are fucking garbage
Y’all already knew that let me go to another topic
I don’t give a fuck if Logic will never like me
Cause he look the type to think mayonnaise is spicy
Biracial my ass look at his skin complexion
Every time that nigga says ‘nigga’ I get offended
NF is the reason I’m a proud as fuck athiest
Play his shit? I’d rather fuck James Charles with Jay Z lips
I won’t fight Yachty even though i got the meanest hook
I’ll tie him to a chair and makes his dumbass read a book
I wanna slap Anderson Paak’s forehead
That nigga make great music though, no more said
I’ll bring Rocky back to Sweden for torment
I’m pissed that still we don’t have no Iggy porn yet

[Hook]
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no)
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no)
Yo switch the beat
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do
Y’all mind if I wild out?
Y’all mind if I wild out?

[Verse 3]
Listen Cole and Kendrick y’all may be the most respected
All the shit y’all showns impressive, yo dead ass there’s no contesting
Aura, presence, flow, inflections, guarantees y’all both are legends
But this is an open letter showing I’m the dopest present
And my sole intentions to go from no attention to going reckless
Taking over the culture setting bars so high it’s over heavens
Copacetic pure aesthetics, coming from the Tokyo peasant
A force to reckon that’ll overdose on coke due to chronic formed depression
Don’t you get it? Cordae got a rival, it’s me
Fuck a Big Sean album I’d rather die in my sleep
Shit that nigga better swing Jhene Aiko to me
Gimme the word I’ll fucking go and snuff Tyler for free
Yo If Rico really nasty I’ma shit in her mouth
If I gotta collab with Curry for some infinite clout
Then just like a Nicki verse I’ll be skipping it, ouch
Fuck Carti I’m the biggest ignant dick and I’m proud
I’ll call up every Blood to run up on Vince Staples
Then he’ll really be a Crip (leave that nigga disabled)
I’ll be the one to shoot Nas, you old heads are trash
And then force y’all to listen to Lil Wayne while getting stabbed