Michael Scott

[Chorus]

Yuh

I gotta kill 'em when I wake up
Bitch, I got the bread flayin' like a baker
I'm in Malibu with a new flavor
And it ain't about business so don't talk about a favor

Bitch, I swear I get the caker
I be smokin' on the oats like it's Quaker
One, two, bad bitches, that's a layup
And I feel like Michael Scott, ooh, bitch, I get the paper

[Verses]

Chill step when I walk in
I been comin' for the offense
Turn this shit into a mosh pit
Last year I was toxic
I was down, never really popped shit
Old bitch who went missing
Gettin' the numbers to go up like stock hits

I get rocket, uh, like I'm Bruce Banner or somethin'
Got your baby and she wanna Instagram me or somethin'
The way I'm workin' they be thinkin' that I planned it or somethin'
I'm burnin' bridges like I'm spittin' out a tendon or somethin'

Now, I don't smoke a lot, man, truth be told
My bitches wrapped up in the weed like a sushi roll
Tongue and cheek, you don't wanna see me beast mode
You in the game, well, bitch, I got the cheat code

Workin' for the patients in the paper, I've been waitin' for my slide to open up like a casino
Got a baby in the back, she rollin' dope, I swear these bitches always wanna kill bills, Tarantino, uh

I don't feed 'em Burger King and Doritos
I'm off cheese and then I'm smilin' all season
My ice freezin', bitch, brr, I'm cold, sneezin'
Blessed up, I chew you out for no reason

I'm still schemin' like I'm Drake and 1, 2
You playin' Chess with me but only make one move
Your pawns don't work, I'm the king of this Kung Fu
Mean, I kick shit, take your top off like sunroofs

I'm the, boss man, boss boy, and my set clean
Side bitch I cover up, no Epstein
I can make a bag back off of Etsy
That's five points, five kills like a sentry

I can keep spittin' for a century
The type of shit that hit your head quicker than Ketamine
If you wanna say you better, bitch, you better be
I'm better off at what I am and where you'll never be

[Chorus]

I gotta kill 'em when I wake up
Bitch, I got the bread flayin' like a baker (like a baker)
I'm in Malibu with a new flavor
And it ain't about business so don't talk about a favor (shut up)

Bitch, I swear I get the caker (uh huh)
I been smokin' on the oats like it's Quaker (okay)
One, two, bad bitches, that's a layup (swish)
And I feel like Michael Scott, ooh, bitch, I get the paper (damn)