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[Intro]
B-B-B-Black Mayo (Black Mayo)

[Chorus]
Don’t speak on my name you finna get hit
5 finger death anthem you know it ain’t random when I spit (yeah)
We don't f*ck wit opps like that n*gga Schmidt (Schmidt)
sh*t I don't have it so gimme ya fit
Scared to do sh*t (sh*t)
You know it’s very to hard to admit
You’s a b*tch an that’s what it is (ay)

[Verse 1]
You got fake rocks on ya watch, yeah
Playin wit blocks like notch, yeah
Number one like I'm bosh, yeah
The cops stuff ya socks
And yo b*tch lick my di*k and I lick her clit, yeah
That’s a Tekashi tappin’ her and she callin’ me Papi

[Bridge]
Woah woah
Yeah yeah woah
Yeah yeah woah
You’s a b*tch and I’m boutta slow ya f*ckin’ roll
One day I'm a do a song wit J. Cole
Real n*gga anthem this to the foes
woah
Yeah yeah woah
Yeah yeah woah (ay)
And you’s a b*tch just so you know (mhm)
Look at my drip my t says Death Row (row)
I ain’t a b*tch I don't fight over hoes (ok)

[Verse 2]
My shoes zebra like Piñata
You been a diva eat a frittata
Real sh*t that Emili Zapata
Switchin’ up y’all is cuadata (ya)
That's some Congo snake sh*t
Just to say that you a b*tch
And a cuck mod on twitch
Not to mention you a snitch
Being a b*tch stays ya niche
And I just wanna say you ain’t ready for this (this this)

[Outro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh huh