The Gag Is lyrics

[Intro]
"Can we all just get along man?"
Sike!

[Verse]
I said what the f*ck I said and I don't give a f*ck about who like it
f*ck around call this hoe a Joe, cause every time I see her she biting
I should hit her with a copyright, smack her in the face Mike Tyson
b*tch done drove down the wrong road, but I'm praying that you got a license
This is your f*cking hearse
I'm on straight business like tuck ya shirt
This ain't what I thought you meant when you slide in my DM like, "Can I get a f*cking verse?"
And I keep receipts
You soft inside like a reese's pieces and wе can't link cause you're EBT
Choppa sleep a b*tch, pick her naps out, likе b*tch, I don't like beady beads
Stealing off b*tches like yeah I stole it (damn)
This is that give me my f*cking roses (damn)
Dry ass pus*y, get f*cked with lotion
I cough on this b*tch, hope I give her Covid (ye-ye)
Beating me when it come to jokes, uh-huh
But when it comes to rap, no way
b*tch I'm whole motherf*cking Rolls Royce sitting next to Suki Hyundai (damn)
Oh, you got three kids?
All them b*tches dead (blap-blap-blap)
Through their head
Now bury them in your loose pus*y, cause them funerals cost too much bread
Don't be talking down on our black kings, like if you're broke you can't get no butt
b*tch you got a whole man, but got an OnlyFans
b*tch that don't add up
I'm like "Mirror, Mirror on the wall" what the f*ck is this, it's gotta be a joke
How you wanna be me so f*cking bad
But you can't f*cking deepthroat (schlp)
I saw a video up on OnlyFans I'm like, "Hold the f*ck up"
This ain't what Rihanna meant when she said, "Throw it up, throw it up"
f*cking broke ass b*tch, joke ass b*tch
Can't take no di*k in her throat ass b*tch
Lost hope ass b*tch, get the rope ass b*tch
She sent a track then I turn it up to a nope ass b*tch
Man, I wish I coulda saw your face when you ain't get the song back, that's amusing (hell no)
Told her ass she gon' wait longer than Rihanna dropping new music
It's confusing, got your ass done and it's lopsided on the upper parts
b*tch, when you get your ass done it's supposed to poke out like a question mark (stupid)
But I still can't feel it, I'm so f*cking realer
Don't need lip fillers, you need Quentin Miller
She already dead, but I didn't mean to kill her
Moonwalk on her grave and I oops, that's thriller
Catch your ass up in person like, "Didn't you speak on my mother?"
Then I'ma p*ss on ya three kids (psssssssss) and I'ma make you hold the umbrella
So you should f*cking hide 'fore I get some rounds spinning (boom boom boom)
I know I p*ssed you off but you don't wanna drown in it
The way I f*cking ate this now my gown ain't fitting
Put the Glock down her throat
Sukihana found bingin' now
RIP Nip (woo!), boo it like a crip (woo!)
Kylie Jenner ass b*tch, only known for the lips
You a pus*y with no grip (ah!)
I'ma pull up let it rip (damn!)
Turn this b*tch to Rolling Ray, choppa knock her out her hips
Don't wanna no smoke with me
This for the older G's
This is the Migos verse Jodeci
This is a free throw with Polo G
I put your soul in another solar-y
They know I beat ass so they holding me
b*tch I stay armed like deodorant
I know I live in your head rent free but that's a 14 day notary
Stupid b*tch