Jody on Acid

[Verse 1: WIL$ON]
Baby been givin' me google eyes
I been drinkin', I'm too faded to decide
Pimpin', I'll put the bitch to the side
Eyes cuttin' like knives, the suicide
2020, this newer ride
Hidin' a Glock, fuck a Cobra Kai
I ain't usin' the hands, fuck your foolish pride
Get her wetter than hurricanes, move a tide
Look, I'm a real nigga to the T
Fuck it, I'm out, think she fuckin' me
Takin' the glasses off so I can see
And I peep what you see but you're creepin' me
Streets windin' up seperate hills
You fuckin' up, just don't fuck with WIL$'
Bitch, picture perfect, we takin' stills
You gon' love where you at like you Mrs. Mills

[Interlude]
Yeah, no, this nigga named WIL$ON called me but, I ain't even have his number saved. That's hilarious. Nah. I probably play a nigga, you know, tennis. But, this nigga named Scotty, nah, I don't even know him. But, he light-skinned. You know I fuck with that

[Verse 2: Scottie Le'Jour]
Uh, I might just go David Blaine on my bitch
Dirt on the side, they display on my bitch
Dirky [?] fade-away on my bitch
Tried to get grips with my hands tied
Tried to get deep in, you pan-fried
I had a convo relayin' my feels
Get in the gym, fuck relationship skills
Tiger Woods rappin', no good behind wheels
Okay, I was subbin' like cold cuts
Back to the purpose, can't focus
List of my problems so miniscule
Really, I'm petty as Charlemagne
Bitches R. Kelly in interviews
Throwin' up tantrums inside of this mansion
Turnin' my puddles to swimmin' pools
Tom Hanks, bitch, I'm better off lonely
Might [?], come step on your homie
'Cause you don't need friends like models don't need food
I do not need love, like Stevie don't need views

[Interlude: Meechy Darko]
Yeah, yeah
I hate this mic but I'ma do it for my niggas, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Rappin' is my hobby, my clout really risin'
My bitches act snobby because I free them diamonds
Gucci, Valentino, Chanel, and Dior and all them
I'm nasty, like dress shoes with a track suit
Tear that pussy to pieces and eat every crumb
Young, she love a thug one with bodies on his gun, huh
She's so fun, live once, but that's a lie
Maybe it ain't, I don't know 'cause I'm that high
No lie

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Alright, just leave that