Lyrics
I'm looking around at humans feeling mad embarrassed bro
I'm observing and thinking a lot of missed misscarriaged folk
I love the color pink but you should be a dead foetus
The order in which I think goes like head then penis
I don't know how y'all eat ranch walking around all jolly
I got a few dollars in my pocket I'm hoping they feeling poly
Amorous I want them to duplicate and pop no lolli
Glamourous I'm bout to pop right now I'm feeling golly
Like roadman eating fish and chips on his own block
Oh damn I just hit a lick left that nigga with no socks
I got the key but in my vision I don't see no locks
I got the ammo but I can't find my glock
I got death on speed dial but I can't find my phone
She's a little hoe with me but only when we home
Take out the E
Actually
I don't like that word she just be getting freaky
Drip looking like a bad cyst
I'm always leaky
But that's another side another point of the story though
Suit on with my glasses business man like Leorio
A wishing well filled kettle you pretty much a corny hoe
All yall niggas embarrassing
I couldn't care which stairs you in
Even if you going up you never finna reach me
You ain't got the spice, I got the bomb it ain't no lychee
In 2021 even with the help of a Marshall you can still get lynched
It's so bloody bloody run cause dead black bodies makes the white man rich
Quincy Rice
O/B/O DistroKid