LA LA LA

[Pre-Chorus]
Look

[Chorus]
A come-up now is just too coordinated
I couldn't listen to a label or a suit
So I'm screaming out "La-la-la"
Hope that I don't fall hard again, that's why I'm singing out
That boy' fate is pre-determined, ain't it?
He sold his soul for a verse and owned a Wraith that "I ain't drive"
Screaming "La-la-la"
All we hearing is "Blah-blah-blah" again, we don't hear about

[Post-Chorus]
Y'all sold your soul for distribution deals (True)
Y'all boys be flopping 'fore you ever see real checks, ain't no mass appeal (Facts)
Y'all gotta step up six-foot ladders just to talk to me
I'm 6'3", but I'll never fail to come properly (Nah, that's facts)
Y'all ED is the reason y'all bitches flop to me
Talking on the 'net, but in person, you wouldn't bother me
But y'all too goofy, that's some honesty, I mean, honestly (Honestly, bro)
Even if you stacking bread, you'll never be as tall as me
There's something different in the air now
There's something different in the air
But I'm still screaming "La-la-la"
Still screaming out "La-la-la" again, what do you know about
I'm still screaming "La-la-la"
Still screaming out "La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la", look

[Verse]
That boy fake as fuck, never gave a single fuck
Zionist on Twitter backtracking once his pockets started shaking up
It's free Palestine, bitch
Shut your stupid ass up and hop on ****'s nuts, uh
Shit got me heated as fuck
Tried to lil' bro me, now they tryna keep up
I done proved 'em all wrong, you can tell by the stats
They tried to say "I ain't mean it", but I ain't looking back

[Pre-Chorus]
Look

[Chorus]
A come-up now is just too coordinated
I couldn't listen to a label or a suit
So I'm screaming out "La-la-la"
Hope that I don't fall hard again, that's why I'm singing out
That boy' fate is pre-determined, ain't it?
He sold his soul for a verse and owned a Wraith that "I ain't drive"
Screaming "La-la-la"
All we hearing is "Blah-blah-blah" again, we don't hear about

[Post-Chorus]
Y'all sold your soul for distribution deals (True)
Y'all boys be flopping 'fore you ever see real checks, ain't no mass appeal (Facts)
Y'all gotta step up six-foot ladders just to talk to me
I'm 6'3", but I'll never fail to come properly (Nah, that's facts)
Y'all ED is the reason y'all bitches flop to me
Talking on the 'net, but in person, you wouldn't bother me
But y'all too goofy, that's some honesty, I mean, honestly (Honestly, bro)
Even if you stacking bread, you'll never be as tall as me
There's something different in the air now
There's something different in the air
But I'm still screaming "La-la-la"
Still screaming out "La-la-la" again, what do you know about
I'm still screaming "La-la-la"
Still screaming out "La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la"