| No more drool |
| Nah man fuck it |
| Fridge on the stove |
| I’mma burn through a hole 'til your whole clique love it |
| Like clit rubbing |
| Act like it doesn’t get you goin' |
| You’re just pawns |
| Check your heart |
| Why’s it the size of an almond? |
| Why all your sighs in surround sound? |
| Nothing impresses your eyes now |
| No joy, no hope, no hype |
| You’re so invested in infesting us |
| Your brand is bland, unreasonable, indifferent, unseasoned and apathetic |
| Lethargic parasite |
| Sucking the sun of light |
| Never have fun it’s like |
| I’m so impatient with all the complaints |
| Wanna shove their face in shit |
| Nay say jump on the horse saddle quick |
| Maybe scoffin' will soften your lips |
| Throat too charred from the Marlboro sips |
| Congratulations |
| You literally couldn’t care less |
| You always look physically embarrassed |
| Never impressed with nothin' |
| You’re a drag |
| Pat yourself on the back with an axe |
| All black suck up the blood like you Drac |
| Tied up follow behind you’re a drag |
| And you’re wondering why you attract bland ass yunks with no ounce of pizazz |
| Mismatched clothes and I still feel immaculate |
| You let yourself wither tulip |
| You’re a ---- You’re a ---- and a butthole |
| Fuck your rebuttal |
| You’re leg stubble tryna cuddle |
| You’re boring, annoying, you should come with a warning |
| Oh man goddamn, get a rag |
| Drool |
| Ain’t got chill, I ain’t got no chill nah |
| I’ll always tell you how you how it feels |
| Ain’t got chill, I ain’t got no chill nah |
| Fuck your feelings drink it up |
| You say you’re not impressed |
| You don’t gotta be |
| You drool just like the rest |
| So oh so sloppy |
| You apathetic mess |
| You’re scattered laundry |
| No smiles just no’s no yes |
| Can’t fuck with Nnamdi |
| You bad for mental health |
| You’ll never not be |
| You strain to get a look |
| Neck ichabod’ing |
| Ibufrofen on hook |
| No achy bodies |
| Keep up don’t ask me 'bout the Jones’s |
| I probably got it |
| I’ve got movement in my arsenal (I've got it, I’ve got it now) |
| You’re the product of sucked arsenic (I've got it, I’ve got it now) |
| I feel youthful in my arsenal (I've got it, I’ve got it now) |
| You’re not spitting on my heart today (heart today) |