The Last Supper

[Intro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Why the fuck is yall actually built like burgers
Yeah

[Verse]
Y’all boys still be talkin bout Glocks
Y’all boys still be talkin bout sticks
Like shut the fuck up you a pussy ass kid
You ain’t never touched a pipe
Your girlfriend wanna come get piped
But that bitch she not hittin right
She turnin me off like the muhfuckin lights
Yeah just like the bible they gonna recite me
She told me “Marto you excite me”
Bitch look at my wrist and my timepiece
You couldn’t even be my sidepiece
(You couldn’t even be that)
I’ll read it to y’all like a damn citation
I don’t like bitches with expectations
I don’t feel real, I feel like animation
She foldin for me, it’s cuz of the temptation
Or cuz of the racks
I lie to these bitches but here I speak facts
I’m tappin yo girl just like it’s interac
They tappin my phone, I gotta switch the sim
She askin me “where you go?”, bitch im with Acc
She askin me “where you go?”, bitch im with B
Yo boyfriend think that he on something, it’s crack
Yeah I don’t give a fuck bout nothin, I’m free
And it’s XC my tee
No this shit wasn’t free
I had to pay up in blood yeah
Yeah I really had to bleed
I’m smokin on an opp pack yeah
Damn it’s gettin hard to breathe
Damn it’s gettin hard to grieve
She off of that molly she geeked
She told me that I don’t care bout her stupid ass feelings
Like yeah, I’d agree
You picked the wrong team
Don’t care if you leave, no it don’t bother me
No I just stay unphased
And I step on this beat
Imma spit in your face
Imma spit on a opp
Imma step on his face
And you know what they say
The girls love to chase
At the bank like it’s chase
He start talkin crazy, get erased
Don’t start talkin crazy, know your place
She start actin crazy, get replaced