読み取りに残さ | Left On Read | 読み取りに残さ lyrics

[Intro: PE$O PETE]
Aye! Huh?
You stupid ass b*tch
That's—, this is why you built like a f*ckin', Fortnite, logo
Uh

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Three shots in the crowd, b*tch cheers
Double cup is dirty, I ain't ever sip no beer
"Hey, b*tch, come right here, let me make it clear"
Heh, yeah, let me make it clear
I can't f*ck with these females, I got connect while you coppin' the resale (Damn!)
Internet trappin', got bricks in the email, you wanna feature? You payin' the retail (Woah)
I am a demon, a dragon in misfits, snakes in the grass and I'm hearin' thе hisses (Snake)
She told mе, "No", and you know I don't listen, I've had enough of this b*tch in my mentions (Aye!)
All of these rappers' need for attention, wrist is so special, right wrist is on Ben 10 (Damn!)
[?] swag' like the whip that they rentin', cross on my neck, but the boy is demented
Smokin' on 'Wood in another dimension, tryna fill out my muhf*ckin' pension

[Post-Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Uh, I wish these b*tches just never existed

[Verse 2: The Epitome]
I wish these b*tches, they never existed, these n*ggas never be payin' attention (Never existed, never existed, payin' attention, payin' attention)
Back on my bully, I'm back on my main sh*t, how you touch dope, but you never get with it? (Back on my main sh*t, with it? With it?)
Killin' these rappers with every sentence, and I'm still trappin', you catch me on [?] (Sentence, sentence, [?], [?])
Stabbin' these hoes and they feelin' like vision, weed is so fire, they sayin', "It's [?]" (Vision, vision, it is, it is)
Smokin' the blunt and I'm seein' the spirit, goop in the cup, I forgot what the year is (Spirit, spirit, yeah-yeah)
Rappers, they bold, but they know what they fearin', n*ggas is wack, what the f*ck am I hearin'? (Fearin', fearin', hearin', hearin')
God of destruction [?] Beerus, you gotta pay me just for appearance (Yes, for appearance)
[?] boss, you ain't gon' clear it, I am that n*gga, don't care if you hear it (Clear it, clear it, hear it, hear it)
[Post-Verse 2: The Epitome]
Uh, I wish these hoes never existed

[Outro: The Epitome]
Happy I gotta perform next