Beyblade lyrics

(Intro) [Majinblxxdy]
(𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩)
Roll up to the function, serving molly to your b*tch (𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘢𝘺𝘦)
[?]
n*ggas speakin' on my name, go get 'em back, get off my di*k (𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩!)
b*tch I'm posted in New York, ballin' out just like the Knicks (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
Number(N)ine my tee
Ksubi jeans, (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
And my shoes made by Rick, (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
Way these n*ggas hang with rats, I'm thinkin' all these n*ggas snakes (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
If you ain't gon hold sh*t down or ride for me, hop out the whip (𝘺𝘶𝘩, 𝘺𝘶𝘩)
He can't walk a mile up in my shoes, I swear my life's a trip

(Verse) [OCE4N]
I-in the Porsche that's my [?]
And that boy, he think he friends with me, but we ain't friends at all (𝘢𝘭𝘭!)
Yeah, we hot b*tch, check the temperature like [?]
Yeah, I might be a white boy, but b*tch I ain't no Asher Roth! (𝘙𝘰𝘵𝘩!)
I'm off a pill, b*tch, I don't even know what I took, I'm riding off, (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘢)
I grew up in the f*ckin' hood, I really had nothing at all (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘢)
Yeah, she suck me really good, I know that b*tch ain't [?] at all (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘢)
All these rappers on my di*k, I gotta tell 'em to hop off

(Verse) [Majinblxxdy]
Roll up to the function, serving molly to your b*tch (𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘢𝘺𝘦)
[?]
n*ggas speakin' on my name, go get 'em back, get off my di*k (𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩!)
b*tch I'm posted in New York, ballin' out just like the Knicks (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
Number(N)ine my tee
Ksubi jeans, (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
And my shoes made by Rick, (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
Way these n*ggas hang with rats, I'm thinkin' all these n*ggas snakes (𝘢𝘺𝘦)
If you ain't gon hold sh*t down or ride for me, hop out the whip (𝘺𝘶𝘩, 𝘺𝘶𝘩)
He can't walk a mile up in my shoes, I swear my life's a trip
(Outro) [OCE4N]
I-in the Porsche that's my [?]
And that boy, he think he friends with me, but we ain't friends at all (𝘢𝘭𝘭!)
Yeah, we hot b*tch, check the temperature like [?]
Yeah, I might be a white boy, but b*tch I ain't no Asher Roth! (𝘙𝘰𝘵𝘩!)
I'm off a pill, b*tch, I don't even know what I took, I'm riding off, (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘢)
I grew up in the f*ckin' hood, I really had nothing at all (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘢)
Yeah, she suck me really good, I know that b*tch ain't [?] at all (𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘢)
All these rappers on my di*k, I gotta tell 'em to hop off-