UR b*tch READ MY PALMS LMAO! lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, girl, you collect rocks? (Yeah)
What? You're into astrology? (Uh-huh)
You wanna read my palms? That's crazy (Yes)
Well, you gon' suck my di*k, though, you dumb b*tch (I don't wanna, though)

[Verse]
Ayy, she suck on my di*k while I listen to vaporwave
My ass is too fat, yo' sh*t look like a paperweight
I'm walkin' outside, it's a beautiful day today
Got a clock on my chain, now I feel like I'm Flavor Flav
These rappers is faggots they belong in gay parades
I'm sippin' on Wocky, it's tastin' like Gatorade
She don't want the facial but I'ma still spray her face
I'm stackin' out bread, that sh*t look like a layer cake
I got a scope on my eye, that's a monocle
Yo' b*tch thowin' back, she look like a Bionicle
She got no ass but that pus*y got folecules
I'm chillin' in Narnia, call that sh*t chronicle
I just robbed a plug, now he yellin' out barnacles
I just f*cked a Leprechaun then stole his pot of gold
I beat up the pus*y and turn it to particles
I murder the pus*y, they put me in articles
Bad b*tches follow me, yellin' like Pyson
They beat on my di*k, now they look like Mike Tyson
Yo' pus*y so wet, got me throwin' some rice in
I'm broke but I don't give a f*ck about prices
I f*ck on yo' dad and yo' momma enticin'
Hold up, Bob Frxst, please let me write this
A lesbian want me, she don't even like di*k
I'm smokin' on zaza, I got me feelin' righteous
Every beat I touch is gold like I'm Midas
If we beefin' then you know I'm gon' knife him
When it comes to tracks you know that I'm nicest
Everything I drop explodin' like ISIS
Yo' b*tch on my belt, seeing stars like Orion
I f*ck up the beat that's without even tryin'
I have so many hoes, I ain't even lyin'
She savin' my privates like Brokie was Ryan
Like Brokie was Ryan, I feel like Garcia
These b*tches can't see me, I feel like John Cena
I'm laughin' and gigglin', look like Crystal Lia
All of my haters don't be a
Yuh, I feel like Frieza
Lazer a rapper in my competition, no, you can't keep up
These rappers queer
I'm f*ckin' Medea
How can you talk, when you whippin' a KIA
Th-th-that sh*t is pitiful
Shoutout to DOTFLOW, my crew be so pivotal
Shoutout to Karma Mob, we so original
Everything I'm writin' down soundin' biblical
Sike, I'm not rattin' I'm nice with the lyrical
Would it be gay if I rhyme that with miracle? (Yes)
Don't give a f*ck, I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle
Why you want beef? I ain't fearin' you
I got an ass and my cheeks looking spherical
ISSBROKIE
[Outro]
That sh*t was so gay bro