MAYDAY (Another BeatBox Remix)

[Chorus]
We finna hit, call it mayday, uh
I hit a lick on my payday (Damn E, this shit exclusive)
We spin his whole block like a Beyblade (Yeah)
Told that bitch to bend
If I hit her tonight, that depends
Best to call this your end
'Cause up you gon' be sent

[Verse 1]
My ex bitch was toxic, so I put her on the blocklist
I let the whole block hit, don't ask questions, just stop it
She looks like a goddess, I came from the projects
And yes, I made progress, you looking like a bomb threat
So I kick you out, you like to run your mouth
You fly like a comet, don't even look at me
We kick out your doorway, catch your ass in 4K
In the quicksand like Morray
Everybody wanna hate me til' they miss me
I'm stacking chips, when they eat, they double-dip me
I look into your eyes and all I see is me
The sky is blue, niggas faking, throwing double C's
All I can see is black like I got sunglasses on
Tell all these niggas, just stop the bitch shit
They ain't with it, stop the fake Crip shit
All I do is woo bounce like I'm Trap Nav
I'm going inward like a bit lip
Everybody, everybody wanna talk shit
But when I pull up, all they do is get their lips zipped
Like Fivie, I got big drip, fuck up your life, I'm a misfit

[Chorus]
We finna hit, call it mayday, uh
I hit a lick on my payday
We spin his whole block like a Beyblade, (yeah)
Told that bitch to bend
If I hit her tonight, that depends
Best to call this your end
'Cause up you gon' be sent

[Verse 2]
No Medusa, my bitch a snake
Told that bitch to wait, he get done up if he late
We only run up, don't run from jakes
Back the Bentley truck to your face
Throw the Louis bag in the Wraith
They say I got talent, wait, (what?)
Who you talking 'bout?
Me or Faith?
I spit fast, we run a race, (we run a race)
If you too much, you gotta go
How I lose my virginity to a ho?
Don't send a text, no sticky notes
This beatbox, got two drums and two sticks, we need more
Y'all feel the flow?
She calling my phone, I don't give a fuck
I call your bitch, she pulling up
She give that Gawk-Gawk 3000 double pepper grinder deluxe
You do for me, I do for you, my momma said they using you
It's easier, hit two for two

[Chorus]
We finna hit, call it mayday, uh
I hit a lick on my payday
We spin his whole block like a Beyblade, (yeah)
Told that bitch to bend
If I hit her tonight, that depends
Best to call this your end
'Cause up you gon' be sent