​internet gangster* lyrics

[Verse 1]
Washed up cuts look like Hannah Baker
I don't peace keep sh*t, I'ma hand the baiters
Smoke same damn letter, I can hand them fakers
Bet his cash game rough, better send the paper, I'll expand it later
Manage betas with an earworm, stick 'em with a hook
pus*y, I can tell you dumb with a look and I'm whipping out the Tommy, make a pus*y cat walk
Yeah, you can just f*ck off with the sad talk (Hey)
Hit the pass gone, f*cking keep the mask on (Ay)
Everyday I woke up, made a wack song (Hey)
And I smell like I just jacked off (What thе f*ck off? Wait hold on)
Treat him like god for a sound bite
Tickеd off mouth full of lines on my downtime
Surface tryna say it to him outright
Put us out the off for the market to drown, right?
Well, you got rich white ass here stuck in your grill
Never need no docs, still pop with the pill with the specialized treatment
Hot with the chills like Yahtzee (Bingo)
Cop getting killed, boy, you dummies never put no stock in the real
You a school trying to pass that slop as a meal
I don't follow no schedule, I drop when I feel lik, sorry (My bad)
Talk really cheap, but still made him money, dad case
Catch a cracker in his bank like Rick still break, gun it that way
Cash rank, get it on back page
Y'all don't get civil with the rights, stay dark like blackface, huh
Pull at your top and your bottom, you rotate
Clean up his act, he need Colgate
Q with the poker weight, no face
Hunched out his back but know the dame, no case
[Part II]

[Refrain]
Look at all these gang signs that I google
Look at all these gang signs that I google
Look at all these gang signs that I google
Look at all these gang signs that I google
Livin' in the suburbs, I ain't never once heard one gang member so I had to use Google
Look at all these gang signs that I googled
Look at all these gang signs that I found on Google (Wait)

[Verse 2]
I don't make scenes little b*tch, put a .45 up to your teeth, little b*tch
Arcade, push start, no keys little b*tch
Been par for the course on green little b*tch
Still high like a birdie, up tees little b*tches
You choke under pressure, can't breathe little b*tch like ah
Why you look at me, lil' b*tch?
Why you got a face like you peed, lil' b*tch?
Why you all freeze with a mouth full of bullsh*t shut like it's full cause of me, lil' b*tch?
You been on top for a minute and a half what you think of night? Listen best believe, lil' b*tch
Maintain energy, stand with your words if you got guts we'll see, lil' b*tch, on me, lil' b*tch
Talkin' ain't free, lil' b*tch
You gon' see, lil' b*tch