Yeah Hunger sounds from my belly Lunchin' peanut butter jelly Got 'em pissed as Robert Kelly When you die, they throw confetti Meatball, I'm spaghetti This that Ed, Edd n Eddy Get your cake up, Little Debbie I'm with Freeway at the Webbys Just bought a Mini Cooper And I drive it like Andretti Since a pup, I was ready Take the roof off 'cause I'm ruthless Roof, roof, roof I been trending on the webby Wipe me down, I'm feeling webby On my grind, it's slow and steady Malibu without the Chevy Makе 'em listen like Deena Whеn I sing it like I'm Effie I don't chase, I attract I don't call, I call back I don't fall, I fall back
Now, I done seen my momma cry, yeah, my daddy a magician I been tryna feel better, so now I focus on nutrition Now my tears taste like cold-pressed juice, so I'm sipping DMX, you slippin', all you niggas lack ambition
I can hear your silence I can be your siren Drawn into my mystery Put you out your misery
Yeah Police riding on my bumper Man, I hate a undercover I be draped in undercover I'm so cold, I'm under covers I just wanna get some supper Rich enough to build a bunker I done been through so much, so much shit, I need a plunger Think you better call a plumber You ain't boss, you just a runner I can be your OG even though my age is younger Know that's bound to make you wonder Even Stevie see my hunger Got a big body Benz and it's built like Otunga Copenhagen with the thunder Me and Nazzy, that's my brother Shoulda wore my rain boots, yeah my boots straight from Hunter They say, "Whack, you the best overall like a jumper"
Now, I done seen my momma cry, yeah, my daddy a magician I been tryna feel better, so now I focus on nutrition Now my tears taste like cold-pressed juice, so I'm sipping DMX, you slippin', all you niggas lack ambition
I can hear your silence I can be your siren Drawn into my mystery Put you out your misery
Compositores: Tierra Whack, Quentin Shemwell, Casey McMillan & MacShooter