f*ck titanic sinclair lyrics

[Chorus: Mars Argo]
You're the only one who’s making me come
To my sinful senses
I'll never love anyone the same
I'll never feel ashamed of using you for pleasure
(Ned Bigby, that’s me!)

[Intrude: Lilnedbigby]
Bruh, lowkey, like, Titanic Sinclair is kinda, like, acting sus lately
Like, I don't think I can take this anymore
We're gonna have to put him in his place
Aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Lilnedbigby & Lil Nesley]
You on crack rock (Rock), yeah, your hair look like a mop (Mop), aye
I be on the block (Block), see Titanic, he get shot-shot-shot
Do the milly rock (Rock), chеwing metal like I'm Poppy, aye
Gold up in my watch, my monеy, Gustavo Roque
I-I-I just saw Mars Argo and she beat me with a stick (A stick)
If I had money every time I jumped, then I'd be rich (I [?])
I saw you made a TikTok but no diamonds on your wrist, ([?]) aye
Titanic Sinclair be like why all my girls' abused, aye
You be so abusive I might throw you in a river
And I cut your mouth all up so now you look like Jeff the Killer
And I listened to your album and I thought it's all just filler, yeah
I told you again to don't procreate with Mac Miller, ahh
Yeah, you got good grades but you ain’t never take an AP class
Watch me run yo fade bruh, stop looking at that lady’s— (Ew)
Watching the tram car, I am 'bouta run you over
Shoutout Lil Nesley on my momma cuh, he owned you (Aye!)
[Verse 2: Lil Nesley]
f*ck Sinclair, he a b*tch ass dude
When I beat your f*ckin’ ass, ‘Imma do it with the crew
With the crew, I'll record it then I'll send it to Netflix, not no Hulu
'Cause I’m tryna get this sh*t up with some motherf*ckin' views, ah, bruise, ah, I be kissin' dudes, ah
Titanic Sinclair be like why all my girls be prude, ah
Tool, ah, fool, ah, di*k look like a JUUL, ah
Titanic Sinclair probably can't swim in public pools, ah
I'll sew your as*h*le shut and keep feeding you
Feeding you, feeding you
Wu Tang reference, healing, yeah
Stomp you out with Heelys, aye
Sinclair is a meanie, aye
Poppy, you a queenie, aye
Argo, touch my weenie, aye
Sinclair is a little ga— Nesley finna run yo' fade
You're a piece of sh*t, deck you in the mouth and snatch your J's
Catch you in the streets, in advance I'm saying sorry
'Cause honestly, I'd might just go and catch a f*cking body, aye

[Outro: Mars Argo & Lil Nesley]
What's with these homies who be dissin' my boy? (Huh, aye)
Do they know I'm aggravated with the negativity and the noise? (Kick yo' sh*t in)
(With my Timberlands)
They tell me "Find a wealthy man," but they don't seem too happy
What's with these homies who be dissin' my boy?
Do they know I'm aggravated with the negativity and the noise?
They tell me "Find a wealthy man," but they don't seem too happy