WHERE THE BEAT GO?! lyrics

PART I

[Intro]
(Fo-fo-fony wallace)
Well then, you're just a b*tchass tranny
(Fony wallace biatch)
Fony wallace biatch
Zesty ass tag, haha

[Verse 1]
Pu- Pu- Punchin' in his face now that boy British, huh
Balloon titties b*tches, you would think I'm playin' Quidditch (Okay, yo b*tch)
My fault, little b*tch, I'm rippin' (Okay)
Apple fritter up inside my lungs, that's what I'm hittin' (Smoke)
Every time I'm 'round the b*tches, they like, "Brokie spitting"
Ra- Ra- Rappers they ain't in my digits, they ain't gettin' riches, uh
You know Brokie stackin' chips, lil b*tch, I'm double dippin', uh
Yo' b*tch lick the tip, she sendin' pics like every minute, uh

[Bridge]
Pull up in that English, huh, yuh
My b*tch English, huh, yuh
My b*tch from England, uh, yuh
That b*tch English, uh, yuh
I'm watchin' anime, uh, yuh
Dub is in English, uh, yuh
f*ck what you gotta say, uh, yuh
I don't speak English, uh
[Verse 2]
Gas all around me like AMBM
Shoutout my bluds in the pink, gotta free them
My haters John Cena, the way I can't see them
Yo' b*tch sent me nudes, I just received them
I'm off the coup, that sh*t got me tweakin'
Yo' b*tch is so loose, my di*k, what she eatin'
Water, ice on my wrist, I'm freezin'

[Verse 3]
Like, woah (Woah)
Yo' b*tch wan' f*ck me
She wanna play on my balls like rugby
M.C. HAMMER, little b*tch, you can't touch me
Yo' b*tch heard my music, she thought it was lovely
Sorry little b*tch, you cannot cuff me
But you just might get the di*k if you get lucky
I'm with yo' main ho, she wanna suck me
Shoutout yo' boyfriend, he wanna stuff me
Yo' b*tch just swallowed my kids (Yummy)
I got a blade, ho, I'll hit you in the back, ho
Roll up, yo' homie smokin' with tobacco
Yo' b*tch called me "The Goat" facts though
b*tch, I stay strapped, I never lack though
I'm with yo' mans, why he up in my as*h*le?
He wanna smash, I ain't talkin' 'bout Smash Bros
How can you hate when your music is trash though?
[Bridge]
Where the beat go?

PART II

[Verse 4]
(Fony wallace biatch)
Yuh, okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ayy, I'm in this sh*t
I don't got time for all these pricks
Livin' my life while I face this spliff
KarmaMob outside and we WithDemdi*ks
B-R-O-K-I-E, I'm in this b*tch
I'ma hit one time then I [?] finna diss
b*tch, you takin' no sides, tryna ride my di*k
Big butterfly doors, suicide my whip, goddamn

[Verse 5]
Well, I'm yellin' out- yellin' out in the void
For someone else other than rappers that I avoid
So come to my callin' and talk to me with they voice
Why the f*ck ain't these motherf*ckers real that I enjoy
Why the f*ck do you play with me, lil b*tch, I'm not yo' toy
I'ma god, all these rappers, tell they ass to get employed
You a rat, I ain't talkin' VERMIN V!Z, I'll take yo' points
Tryna rap 'bout some punk sh*t, you's a punk b*tch by a choice
I might f*ck yo' b*tch, both my hands on to her back (Okay)
Really wit' the sh*ts, so, if we beef you gon' get smack
f*ck lil' VERMIN V!Z, tryna snitch, he a rat
j*rkin' off to kids, pick a flaw, yo' music wack
And I can't believe that my ass even hopped up in that track
[?], that boy fatter than my ass
Y'all some internet gangsters, y'all ain't really with no straps
Pull up down in San Fran' y'all b*tch boys know where I'm at
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