Way Too Softly (Unfinished) lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tches playin' games, they playin' way too softly
They hit 'bout as hard as I expect from an offspring
My talent ain't boxing
But on my door, they knocking
'Cause I said I'd kill them f*ckers like boxes in unboxing
f*ckin' wit' an opp' sayin' it stands for "opportunities"
All and y5 and everyone know these
Hoes, thots, whatever, gettin' on they knees
Turn around, play wit' me, put you in danger, hive of motha'f*ckin' bees
Turn yo' eyebrows upside down like you a f*ckin' Mii
Why you messin' wit' the OG
Yea, you got a new car, I'm really hoping
You crash into a tree
Die in one, two, three
Switch the flow up, balls that b*tch boy, I'm f*ckin' Kobe
I'll flash yo' life so much, call you Adobe
f*ck y'all pussies up, I cannot lie
The pain is so excruciating, you ain't able to cry
My knuckles cut so deep you could say they a knife
Hit you in yo' chin, might as well be takin' yo' life
Lookin' at yo' ho, I'm'ma steal her, alright
Hit yo' wheel on yo' bike, faggot, yea, you a dyke
I'm going downhill
No Bob Hill
f*cked your nickel
Took her to the hospital
Now she looks me up and down like I'm a motherf*ckin' riddle
Still don't want her, you can have it
I'm a rockstar, feel like 21 Savage
Watermalone
Talking sh*t on the phone
The song made by Post Malone
You're gonna die all alone
Girls like you for Ricks
Not because you can lick lips
Rip-dip, you're not ripped, hit his rip and hip
Hop singin' TikTok
Songs like The Box
Roddy Ricch rips c*cks
Off the body like a paradox
[Hook]
f*ckin' him up, fist in his cup
f*ckin' him up, fist in his cup
f*ckin' him up, fist in his cup
f*ckin' him up, fist in his cup
f*ckin' him up, fist in his cup
Don't give a f*ck
Bars aren't luck
f*ck him like hocke-teers f*ck pucks

[Verse 2]
They really be mad, tryna fight me and sh*t
Gettin' f*ckin' jumped: "It's painful, ain't it?"
f*ckin' her pus*y, I skipped the anus
It's out-of-order, dude, it needs maintenance
I don't knock on that door
I kick 'dat b*tch in like a party
You're old but you act four
"Dude, that was gnarly!"
I admit to being fruity, watch, I'm 'boutta pull the trigger
I got three last words first: Yea, you figured