Mad.coM lyrics

[Verse]
I ain't build b*tches, I don't know what to say
And the choppa f*ck n***as I ain't know was gay
What these n***as actin for? They gotta be in a play
And this sh*t not even real, so we in the play
Ten n***as deep, textin' sh*t, feel like a slave ship
Shout-out Elon, got that brain chip
b*tch fat as f*ck, Pringles with the chips
And n***as sad as f*ck, smoked the whole zip
Know we turnin’ schizo, [?] out his window
That was me, I was tryna bust temple
That lil' [?] she just called me [?]
And pour a feast, no, this is not Rico
Yeah, cover my side, cover my side, cover my side, cover my side
I ain't even sigh
Dark side, [?]
Roll me it, like I'm Sonic
Yeah, these bands don't make no sense
Diamonds hittin' white like, like they Mike Pence
Yea, Margiela tee, all you see is circle six
Just pack it up, you got work at six
Flip my burger, make it [?], [?] my wrist
Slit my wrist, this sh*t a rinse
[?] hand I wash my di*k with
I don't want no peace, kid
Edward Skeletrix, ugly as sh*t
Yeah, that b*tch is heaven-sent
I'm just wondering why she bite my di*k, though
After that I need [?] severance, yeah
I just need like, eleven of these hoes
I just asked her, "What's your social security code?"
And I told that b*tch, "Go and touch your toes"