Pizza

Thought you was a brother
But you are just a bitch
Almost gave you that beta phi bid
Im sorry to break it to ya
Shreya don’t want your dick
My boy Prakash already fucked your bitch
I know what I’m getting into
Coming with a diss
Metrolina gang is gonna be pissed
I won’t say your name on the fucking track
I used to call you m dawg cause I thought you had my back

Lately I’ve been noticing a lack of sobriety
Mental health deteriorating; alcohol’s your priority
Hit me up for a condom the night before prom
The only puss you’ve been in, is your own fucking mom
You asked me for tips, I said stimulate the clit
All you had to do was whip out your fucking dick
You went through all this shit for a diabetic chick
Injecting insulin, like its damn heroin
I know that last line is gonna land me in some trouble
Y’all too soft, better fasten ur buckle

He got to first base, but that doesn’t count
A couple weeks later, got invited to his house
But I’ve been in the stu, ready to pounce
That night Shreya’s ass had no bounce
Couldn’t afford pizza, no money in the account
Got as much money as his damn body count
His own friends would rather get high of whipped cream
Than hang out with him, I’m sorry for shattering your dream
He’s probably writing a novel to Grauer as we speak

I know Ethan’s probably gonna come back with a diss
Cause ur too big of a pussy to even respond
I already know what ur thinkin in ur head
Get into the booth and spit shit that’s never been said