Rhythm & Poetry Lines Matter

[Verse 1]
This the type of shit I'd get sent to the headmaster for
I'm feelin' like Yoda, 'cause I mastered the force
I feel so sick, I'm teabaggin' a horse
This motherfucker unfit, dragging the course
Life repeats like muh'fuckin' chorus
Fuck up all them tourists
Everybody wanna see ya' boy on the big screen now
I really want to take it out
Like Yamu on my 'Gram, most motherfuckers I know only want the clout
They call me piggy with my snout
Like a teacher, love to shout
Maybe 6ix9ine is a better comparison (Brr)
Thе lines that y'all spittin' are embarrassin'
Smackin' a Karеn like, I mean she's harrassin'
The manager and, sayin' she wants a free trip to Paris, and
We all know I'm the fucking best
So baby come over, show your fucking breasts
And lemme take a breath
Before taking that meth
Rap lines matter, none of you bitches impress
If you wanna get signed, you be gettin' put to the test
You gotta have the touch with your lyrics like molest
My rap verses bigger than Nicki Minaj's breast (That's a lot!)
Got a thot, on my shlong, twice the size, and it's long
I got the smoke like the Evil Bong
Teacher gave me a test, none my answers wrong
Feelin' like Brainiac, with the insane attack
Fuck with me, I'll spray the MAC
Get ready for six choppas
To chop you up, expire you like a shop, uh
Then wheel you to the top floor like a shopper
If you steal my shit like a fuckin' robber
Don't expect to see another day
The cops will find your body in your closet like your fuckin' brother's gay
I hate people who charge me, make me pay
When it says 'free coupon', nah, bitch, it's fake
I'm makin' my albums, fuckin' stayin' up till late
Then I look at the clock and it's the mornin', fuckin' eight
I swear traitors the ones I fucking hate
Rap lines matter, just tryna conversate

[Chorus]
She wanna see my body, pray to me like Rod and Toddy
Eatin' my black cod, G, I can spray the rod, see
So muh'fuckin' rich like Roddy (Brr, brr)
She wanna see my body, pray to me like Rod and Toddy
Eatin' my black cod, G, I can spray the rod, see
So muh'fuckin' rich like Roddy (Brr, brr)
Rap lines matter

[Verse 2]
I don't know who I've turned into
Kinda like I don't know who the fuck is Lil Huddy
Spray down your block with my buddies
I was wearing a Sidemen hoodie
Showin' all them hoes my goodies
Make 'em faint, got my drip on like some paint
See, I took a fucking train
To muh'fuckin' Heaven and I saw somethin' I never seen
God's got that bread and lean
Maybe dissin' them new ones was wrong
But fuck we don't what they on
Walk in the studio, playin' my songs
Then I walk into the booth and wreck the building like King Kong
Fuckin' a thot wit' a big thong
This long, gun is gon' penetrate right through your brain
I remember when our family was goin' through pain
Tryna feed the fam, all we could get was grains
All of my music was plain, but maybe when it rains
I can get some good sleep
Instead bein' awake at four in the mornin' lookin' for somethin' to eat
Bitch, I'm a soldier in a Jeep, honk at a bitch with a beep
Say her ass for the streets
Then she throwin' her ass back, damn that booty goin' yeet
I'm not the fucker to cheat, but I will fight for my meat
I got my ice, but I'm mixin' that cold with my heat
Wipin' my fingers, yeah, I got that grease, like I'm in fuckin' Crete!
I told her, "I got all the flows", she replied with a, "No"
I replied back, "You're a ho", so she goes off with her bro
But she from Alabama, so she prolly gon' smash him tonight
I'm not gonna be sexist or anything, but these bitches asses tight!
Oh, and rap lines matter, hit her ass like the Dark Knight

[Chorus]
She wanna see my body, pray to me like Rod and Toddy
Eatin' my black cod, G, I can spray the rod, see
So muh'fuckin' rich like Roddy (Brr, brr)
Rap lines matter

[Outro]
Girl, break it down, break it down, down-down
Break it down, br-br-br-break it down, down-down
Girl, break it down, break it down, down-down
Break it down, br-br-br-break it down, down-down