I want a Jack and Jill bathroom for all my jits who ain't have no pot to piss
I don't ever get imposter syndrome
Stay by the Ally, I'm Ross Lynch
Pickpocket or you wallet watchin'? Pop Plan B's like Jocelyn
I'm lookin' around for commas bitch and you lookin' round for compliments
I got Steve Maddens on my feet, we used to share the Shoe-Goo
Jit be milkin' his dog in the can, you won't even give him a "yoo-hoo"
Aye, I'm finna bite my tongue, you can't fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus
I'm shining
I can't wait 'till they test my diamonds
They know that I popped my door
They fuck with you more when you violent
She wanna go on vacation, wе got Turks at home
We got Turks at the crib, shе screaming out Layla tov
Since a jit I was up to something, cracka they claimed my fucking cousin
Run the city like David Grutman, steppin' on shit I beat my bunion
My Glock and my phone, they both got buttons
All that I hang around is gunmen
Whip out my meat, this dumb b muttin'
Bad bitch screamin' out "Fuck me to tears", I'd rather eat out a raw onion
Drive through the woods peepin' out my side mirror, I keep a Uzi no bluffin'
Fifty-K for the feat, like fuck me runnin'?
I'm tryna stay stuntin', why you buntin'?
You tryna kick shit jit, we puntin'
'Cause I'm on fire like arson, for any lil' bitch wanna lurk
Screen printin' they apartment, put them crackers on a shirt
And all of that shit got merch, it was just me and MikeCookBurst
Remember when they used to rank a jit?
Now every opp mama need a handkerchief
I'll pluck a opp, them boys weird, Al Yankovic
Said I was a gimmick, ya I was fuckin' around with props and shit
That boy was shittin' on you crackers while you ain't even have no pot to piss
I want a Jack and Jill bathroom for all my jits who ain't have no pot to piss
I don't ever get imposter syndrome
Stay by the Ally, I'm Ross Lynch
Pickpocket or you wallet watchin'? Pop Plan B's like Jocelyn
I'm lookin' around for commas bitch and you lookin' round for compliments
I got Steve Maddens on my feet, we used to share the Shoe-Goo
Jit be milkin' his dog in the can, you won't even give him a "yoo-hoo"
Aye, I'm finna bite my tongue, you can't fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus
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