LIBRA SEASON

[Intro]
My fault I’ll agree
Bitch, bitch, brrup, yea

[Verse 1]
I been doing good
I wish a bitch would
Bitch talk to me like what?
Bitch talk to me nicely
I’m sure that your daddy wo-would, like me
Throw em a bone Oldboy like spike lee
I’m more like Spike Jonze, this sprite feels like water
Coulda shoulda woulda uh sucked my wood
Applaud her for being such a good lil’ whore

My fault OG, my fat butt don’t fit in these jeans
My french toast sweet, I got like a B in French class
You still got somethin’ between your teeth
And don’t call me twin 'cause u ain’t like me
Seriously, It's been a year and you still can’t rap like me
Bad like me, throw it back like mе, throw it back like me, yea

[Interlude: The Amazing World of Gumball sample]
Hеllooo
I know you’re behind the door
No, no door here, bye

[Verse 1: Continued]
They wanna get like me but don't piss like me
Wanna strut like me lil slut wearing Abercrombie & bitch
Broke off switches, broke off the safety lock, burned off some bridges
Hit a troll in the britches, been waiting in the bushes
Just learning while doing dishes
Hitting my head on the ceiling fan tryna find out how many lightbulbs does it take to change a man

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
La do da, la do daaa, ooh
I must be just a fool, ah oh oh
(Sipping simply lemonade, sipping simply lemonade)

Act like I don’t got this shit figured out
Act like I don’t got a statue of myself in the middle of my house
Y’all some humina humina hoopla, mumblin' and talkin' all that rara
Me I’m, bussin shots at your meemaw
Gettin’ fat like CeeLo, sea green bag like key lime
Tennis court bitch get me off I finna up this choppa that roppa that roppa that brrat, dat brrat

Ridin' round town
Wrist It's so heavy, it, weigh some pounds
Tryna talk down on my ass, I can’t stand these bitches
I’m in the frying pan butter splatterin’ on yo gown
I'm cookin’ up them shrimpies