Ur 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: sor uh]
I been on my king sh*t, isolate myself until the spring hits
I don't bite nor bark, I'm in the dark yall better step it
If a pus*y think I'm static he acting way too dramatic
I'm reminiscing the attic while I'm collecting my credit
b*tch no edit on my speech while your pus*y ass got them filters
I'm the infamous ily leech, yall ain't familiar
What the f*ck up, if a pus*y step up to me better buck up
If a pus*y want a feature from your boy they better suck up
Get your luck up, not your f*ckin' money or your numbers
If you speaking all that mid sh*t you know I'm in that slumber
I don't f*ck with all these dipsh*ts who rip hits and brag about it
Throwback to that bummer f*cking hetty I'm a fag about it
You can talk your sh*t all f*cking day I'll take a drag about it
You can blame your actions on your ping and I'll just lag about it
Never mind, you can stay bеhind, ain't got no ride along
Won't even rеmember your ass next time I write a song

[Bridge: ilysm]
Let me in (In!)
To your heart
Let me in (In!)
To your heart (Let me in to your heart one time!)

[Verse 2: ilysm]
b*tch are you stupid stupid stupid stupid?
They hoped I'd never notice
Like I couldn't just see they face and get the notion (Ouu!)
Like no sh*t, you get that triple baka
Like blocka-blocka blaow, who's your favorite rapper now?
It's the three stocker, sh*t talker, please stop it
Popsocket, cos' you ain't a rapper you some stand-up
Scary motherf*cker like I'm anything but stand-up
You takin' sh*t from me? Look I ain't even need to finish that b*tch (Bi-b*tch)
b*tch it's ilysm
And I think I'm Futaba but my homies still think that I'm Ren
Call me a trap again, strapped up like it's BDSM
I'll f*ck you sideways with that Sten gun, I'm actin' like a femdom
New year, now I make these b*tches delirious
Cos' I only f*ck twinks and now they hidin' that they furious
Lil' b*tch, think I'm the prettiest rapper out
Who's sense of humor still 9 like the heat that I tout, b*tch