How you bringing things from the past up
You confessing to me, I ain't a pastor
She say she want channel
Get your bag son
You too broke
That’s too bad son
Hold that L
Hold that L
Ring the bell
You too slow
You a snail
I'm an ocean
She want set sail
Ouuu yeah i tell you hold your L
12345 I be on the other side
Y'all a bunch of walkers
I be on my Rick grimes
I be in the building
Everybody look alive
Look alive, you can’t your too fried
No
You can't mess with me or mines
Watch me buss a move i be on my glide
You keep talking but this is not the time
I think it's time for your demise