Make The World A Worse Place lyrics

[Intro]
Tryna stop Ricky, that's a bold plan
b*tch you know that I'm a whole man
I'ma put di*k in her whole face
Ricky gon' make the world a worse place
Boy you're so fake man you're phony
Your baby mama like, "Come and hold me"
I'ma put di*k in her whole face
Ricky gon' make the world a worse place

[Verse 1]
Had to listen to myself, I can't listen to no loser
When you be yourself, they call you gay and school shooter
She tried to throw me pus*y but b*tch I didn't notice
b*tch I wasn't gay, b*tch I was focused
Have you ever walked to the gym in the snow?
Looked at thе cars and then you see your ho
b*tch I'm retarded but b*tch I ain't slow
I nut on black b*tchеs, make 'em look like cinnamon rolls
I don't like to think cause all thoughts come from hell
When I learned my ABCs, that was my biggest L
My b*tch on Molly and she act like a fool
I'm tryna make so much money, my kids don't have to go to school
I knew I was gonna blow up, ain't gon' be no "Me Too"
For every b*tch I f*cked, b*tch you know I got proof
I say I play piano when they ask what I do
I can still start over, I don't got no tattoos
Every shirt look good when you got this body
I'm on coffee and my b*tch on Molly
I don't know how to have fun, how to party
If I ever post a b*tch, Illuminati got me
b*tch, shut the f*ck up, b*tch you eat your calories
No I can't stop, get no damn ice cream
When I was fat, b*tch you wasn't on my team
So don't be mad when I say that we eating lima beans
[Verse 2]
Broke ass boy couldn't see the vision
Broke ass boy man you should've listened
If you wanted pus*y you should've been on my team
So go ahead and marinate your baby mama for me
Pretty face, no surgery sh*t
I don't use no rubbers, Freddy Mercury sh*t
He threaten my life, I'm like "Shoot me dude"
I'm tired of pooping and eating, I need something new
My black b*tch watching Frank Zappa rewinds
My white b*tch listening to Finesse2Tymes
My blue haired b*tch care about environment
I got the Incels listening to Taylor Swift
I was selling candy at school, I was tryna do my best
I was tryna not get caught, so I ain't go to ISS
She wanna take a selfie b*tch you gotta know your limits
Baby I ain't know I gotta worry about my image
b*tch I don't talk, when you see me that's just me
Rappers weird in real life, b*tch they talkin' bout me
My boss tryna talk but I act like I ain't heard her
I was chillin' at my desk, I was thinkin' bout murder (Hold up)

[Verse 3]
I did it cause I wanted to, not cause I had to
I'm at work doing push-ups in the bathroom
I did my front and I'm waiting on the back-end
I don't believe in preheat I put my food right in
When I was broke still had b*tches up my sleeve
I had bedbugs, them b*tches still wouldn't leave
Made my own beat, I don't believe in a placement
I ran up twenty racks
In my mom basement
b*tch, tryna get me take advice she think I can relate
b*tch, I can't relate you got nut on your face
I like a b*tch on her back, b*tch hush
I was in my room brushing my forces with tooth brush
A b*tch in her place? That's my type
I'ma scare all the hoes 'cause that's what they like
I'm on the deep web and I bought ten blickys
I'ma make sure Ricky don't go out like Ricky
I told people leave my house and they wouldn't leave
I had to switch up the playbook, that just wasn't me
Nobody respecting me, I had to glow up
JoJo stole my Ray Lewis jersey and post on Facebook
I gotta get a b*tch that sing, I'm the rap LaVar Ball
I can't get distracted, I'ma build a superstar
I'm tryna knock Taylor Swift up before she get too old
I swear to God, our kid'll be Michael Jackson cold
I'm so focused b*tch, pus*y can't calm my storm
I was inside your b*tch thinking bout diminished chords
My Arkansas hitter'll smoke you for a McChicken
He don't give a f*ck about sh*t, his mom and daddy siblings
When you were young b*tch, you were playing games at home
I was with Eric Andre drinking Adrenochrome
There's only one thing I love more than love that's hate
I swear to God I'ma make the world a worse place (Ayy)