Stir the Pot

[Intro]
Yeah
I just woke up, bruh
It's gonna have to be somethin light, bruh
I been

[Verse]
I been cooking, y'all just stir the pot, lurking online
While I'm cooking crack, so let me stir it my way
Blurting words of murder, you're gon' learn the hard way
Other words, y'all learning my way
Verses highways, passing y'all so quick, you'd crash if you were in my lane
Infinity limited, not one multiverse where you're in my place
But your dream girl at my place
Fuck her from the back with passion, smack her ass and turn her sideways
No surprise they tryna fuck with the kid, you get no girlies y'all age
Y'all ain't worth thе words to violate
Y'all just thirst for photos
First and foremost, word to Shoto Todoroki
Burner slow roast foеs, they frozen, turnt to Frozone
Know a hoe gon' blow before I post up, working perfect promos
Alert the bozos, 'bout to burst their bubble bursting .44s
Gluttony and greed, don't leave no morcels for the GOATs
Most my homies dope, but on a track? Got loco motives, smoke 'em
Try to ride my wave, shit total all their boats
Wilding by the way, I tote what y'all done spoke upon
With lies and claims 'bout poles you never hold
Been spitting cold shit on the TL, get a pro to type and beta fazed
Been known the highs you pray to mane
Run for your life if face to face
In all of life, my favorite thing?
Mine is all the takeaways, minus all they take away
Midas how they take away something from you, try and make it into gold
They don't wanna work to earn their lines like they finagling some coke
Speak with my chest poked out like bitches' titties naked in the cold
But everybody tough 'till they hear that bang that make craniums explode
Or I guess they don't, at best, they'll never know
Heard "never say never", though, when a foe flow faux, I'm never gon' let "never" go
I can't respect y'all highs, they've yet to best my lows
Purple haze to black rock highs I hit, shit open nether portals, hellish flows unleash
The frozen beast up north, he be iggy out the igloo, y'all ain't cold as me
Pissy that I been who y'all supposed to be
Pitiful the bitch who thought she close to me
Been pistol gripping, got to grips with sinning
Get a grip, just grip them rosaries and pray you ain't get killed
Face concealed, blade could make your trachea spill
Fakes is going pop like major label deals
Myers masked up, now they Jackson red, can't contain my thrill
Y'all can't stop them zeroes running up like Jayson Tatum reels
Bro want bread and beef 'cause on the side, I made his main a meal
Duck Hunt with the blick, dog played the field, cheesing, chasing bills
In this claim to fame, you can't remain so chill
Best to flame remaining competition
Better yet, you aiming? Aim to kill, bitch