Type-729 (Untitled Track)

[Verse 1]
My salivas full of gasoline, where’s that motherfucking light now?
Lips dry, addicted so where’s that fucking crack now
Hoe was in a fight so I guess you can call it a hoedown
These spastics are more unfair than when referee says fucking no foul
I’ll kick your ass like when Peter Griffin says fucking roadhouse
One day I hope to do a tour that will be sold out
Home girl was worried bout a disease and she was a hypochondriac
These stupid bitch faggots wanna chat shit but didn’t think about how I’d react
In my house there’s some Scouse gypsies that turn out to be my friends
3000 ops
Better than a criminal, burn them out
Surprise fees
My eyes gleams inside a Nicki Minaj credit card
Bars falling in the ball park
Take cash or credit pick any card, any card
Energy house hoping that my spouse pay the bills
But I’m in the pharmacy raiding shit fucking taking the pills
Taking the pills
I’m fucked up on some sleeping pills
Slept for 4 days
Thought I died but was in a coma
Sitting in the jail cell

[Verse 2]
Wakey wakey, faggot!
We’re gonna do a killing
Going out in that Ferrari
VROOM VROOM MOTHERFUCKER MOVE
Get in to the groove and I hope Taylor Swift
That cracker bitch and I hope her and Olivia Rodrigo
Get in a car accident where both of em crash in a oil truck
And a oil spill
And I racist so I can say cracker
I’m part Irish from my fam-aaaa, father
Hello, hello
What’s your name?
My name is Trinitezy
Also known as Ricky
Big up Purp and my nigga sneak
Been working on this for nearly a week
Working on side B from 2023
2024, a year late, I finished all the beats
Uh
I’m eating cereal
Your fucking venereal
Finished my Frosties so Cheerio
Gone to make some new material
Fear me nigga, fear me all
I’m motherfucking imperial
Call me his imperial majesty
I’m the shit that’s the new superial