Holy Spinal Fluid lyrics

[Verse 1: Felix]
Wasn't showin' love to my face
Now she tryna hug on my waist
I was seeing dubs, vision great
Twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty
I can spot a fake fifty yards away
Big protein, but I be out the way
Running to the safe like it was a plate
f*ck a Larry Page
Hit it, ah, ah, okay, now I'm speaking proper, I can make the somber
Feel like it's the summer, catch me over yonder
Looking for the top, where is the topper?
Where the competition? In a six-foot slumber
With a pillow on a cover, all from bein' stubborn
Got me some dirеction, where is the compass?
I'm a rеal big stepper, they some lil toe stubbers
How they sound like us? It's a talent show cover
I'ma make them all suffer, I'm an A1 stunner
My b*tch ass make 'em sad, that's a real big bummer
She like back shots from me, but with you, she a fronter
Ben Frank Prostates, I'm a thumber, I'm a thumber
n*ggas washed, they get rinsed, then repeat, lil' b*tch
Not a brick when I speak, it's a ki', lil' b*tch
And her knees on the 'crete, make it 'screte, lil' b*tch
Put some candles on his back and make a tea lil' b*tch, I'ma-
[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
Ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Huh, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Huh, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Hmm, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
n*ggas scared when the town come back around
Talkin' all that bullsh*t, need to simmer down
Keep it a thou', kept this sh*t a whole millennia
If you ain't moving like us, need to shut it up

[Verse 2: Louie Pastel]
b*tch yellow, that's my Super Saiyan two b*tch
Put rookie in my phone, that's my new b*tch
She f*cking on the GOAT, bestiality
Took a tab, now I got a new reality
Tryna go against me? Mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, mink, it's fatality
n*ggas wanna ride di*k, cannot saddle me
Tryna ride the wave, mm, cannot paddle me
Going dumb in this b*tch, need a dunce cap (Dummy)
Used to say I was him, it was once cap (Liar)
Fake it 'til you make it, yeah, how the sayin' go
Yellin' on stage, yeah, young Samuel
AI in this b*tch, it's Ghost in the Shell
Nicotine in my breath, do not mind the smell
Paris Texas really them, you just hit the nail
I'm doing good once I know the f*ckin' melon hate it
Irony, the melon eatin' off the melanated
Gettin' hot, might need FPS now
Ex-b*tch transitioned, ex-BF now
di*k so good, now she wanna be like me
All this money and I still wanna D-I-E
Real emo in this b*tch, might D-Y-E
Vertical with the cut, I might B-Y-E
Don't know what I do, find some genies
[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
Ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Huh, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Huh, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Hmm, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
n*ggas scared when the town come back around
Talkin' all that bullsh*t, need to simmer down
Keep it a thou', kept this sh*t a whole millennia
If you ain't moving like us, need to shut it up
Ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Huh, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Huh, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
Hmm, ante up, b*tch, I put the ante up
n*ggas scared when the town come back around
Talkin' all that bullsh*t, need to simmer down
Keep it a thou', kept this sh*t a whole millennia
If you ain't moving like us, need to shut it up