QUASIMOTO!

[Intro]
Y'all ready for this?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
I get more calls, the scammers, than I do my friends
So I grab a pen and let my thoughts be read
Ion like these feds, fold like Wonder Bread
Too little, too late, you were never there
Why should I care? I’m getting racks from dares
I’m living life so fair, grow nappiest hair
You really capping all year
That’s why you not even near
My life here and there
I’m blessed without ya

[Verse 1]
I ate a couple edibles and went flying
You chil’ren lost direction but I’m my own pilot
You locked in your ways sorta quite Pooh Shiesty
My shawty kinda thick, and her mind hella feisty
Besides the point, you slipping like my surface icy
It was just getting good, but you acting all dicey
Ghosted me, then wait till blow up, gotcha pricy
You drinking from my water, acting like you a Pisces, but you ain’t!

[Chorus]
I got more calls, the scammers, than I do my friends
So I swerve and end, burnt bridges and, dead
Ion like these feds, fold like wonderbread
Too little, too late you were never there
Why should I care? I’m getting racks from dares
I’m living life so fair, grow nappiest hair
You really capping all year
That’s why you not even near
My life here and there
I’m blessed without ya

[Verse 2]
I think I built a tolerance in this adolescence
I know that people go, but God eyes, the omnipresent
Not first pick, but that’s okay, in acquiescence
My time soon to blow wack MCs of the essence
The beat be saving y’all, oh my God, you really mid
You Black & Mild, no Swisher Sweet, the taste ain’t it
You better act right ‘fore a black nine gon’ get you clipped
I’m only 17, mind is older, you all some jits

[Segue]
I got more calls, the scammers, than I do my frien—
You are all my sons
You are all my sons *laughter*
Y’all are like, y’all don’t get it
Y’all are like some cheap imitations
Like come on man, what’s wrong

[Chorus]
I get more calls, the scammers, than I do my friends
So I grab a pen and let my thoughts be read
Ion like these feds, fold like Wonder Bread (YOOO)
Too little, too late, you were never there
Why should I care? I’m getting racks from dares (I’m getting a milli!)
I’m living life so fair, grow nappiest hair (yeah)
You really capping all year
That’s why you not even near
My life here and there
I’m blessed without ya

[Outro]
Let the beat run
You can’t touch me!