I'm really sad now
Aye, aye
When it tingle my sense it ain't safe
Snake slither I caught on their face
Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain
Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain
Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes
Big crib shit gettin' misplaced
Big dick shit gettin' rearranged
She be singin' I call her T-Pain
Ballin' since 2016
My dollars in the locker room, bitch, it's Yao Ming (Ay, uh)
My telly got the size to address elephants
She suckin' on the carpet I call hеr Dyson
We not the same you'rе standin' next to me
All of you ho's need beta carotene
You dead and drained, I change my batteries
In all the pain, I fought the sin
I blocked the demon, talked to him
I walked again, I dropped again
You missed the shot, I pulled the pin
I pick your thoughts, I smell a bin
You said you hot (Huh)
Ice gonna melt before you globe trot
Done humblin', bitch, I'll let the clothes dry
#ERROR!
I'm the blueprint, I ain't worried if we both drop
Yo bitch, in my crib sippin' bone broth
Yeah, aye
Yo, where's the door?
Does anyone know where the fucking door is? (Argh)
I ain't getting out of here, bro
I've been tryna find my way out here
Bro where you been I couldn't find you?
I'm-I'm here I'm just tryna tell these people that I'm—
Back again, it's packed again
My schedule and my stock of pens
I never left, I wrote my fate
You're ink is spent, let's not pretend
My bone and skin I left in booth
Your spine and soul has left the room
I pop my shit, my colon punctured
Hold the sides, hold the smiles
Who am I? Your demise
I been slimmin' for the cam
It add some pounds and add that dollar
Add the yen, and add the rupiah
Word around town they tryna copy my business
You can't even emulate a full sentence
Take a lil' more than likin' photos on Pinterest
Nobody imitatin' my ambition
Everyone a fashion killa these days
So fast walk around like they Virgil these days
You been here what?
You don't got what it takes
I won't let that shit fly like a weather delay (Damn)
Tell Sean did the script come in yet? (Did it come in Sean?)
Tell the bro – that I want him on the remix
I don't get flustered I don't get seasick
Your time comin', but you ain't found a niche yet
Hit 'em up when I pull up that pussy minerals
I ain't Shinoda we never linkin' up (Yeah)
I'm just tryna talk, lil' bitch, I'm outside
When it tingle my sense it ain't safe
Snake slither I caught on their face
Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain
Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain
Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes
Big crib shit gettin' misplaced
Big dick shit gettin' rearranged
She be singin' I call her T-Pain
I'm really sad now
Aye, aye
When it tingle my sense it ain't safe
Snake slither I caught on their face
Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain
Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain
Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes
Big crib shit gettin' misplaced
Big dick shit gettin' rearranged
She be singin' I call her T-Pain
Ballin' since 2016
My dollars in the locker room, bitch, it's Yao Ming (Ay, uh)
My telly got the size to address elephants
She suckin' on the carpet I call hеr Dyson
We not the same you'rе standin' next to me
All of you ho's need beta carotene
You dead and drained, I change my batteries
In all the pain, I fought the sin
I blocked the demon, talked to him
I walked again, I dropped again
You missed the shot, I pulled the pin
I pick your thoughts, I smell a bin
You said you hot (Huh)
Ice gonna melt before you globe trot
Done humblin', bitch, I'll let the clothes dry
#ERROR!
I'm the blueprint, I ain't worried if we both drop
Yo bitch, in my crib sippin' bone broth
Yeah, aye
Yo, where's the door?
Does anyone know where the fucking door is? (Argh)
I ain't getting out of here, bro
I've been tryna find my way out here
Bro where you been I couldn't find you?
I'm-I'm here I'm just tryna tell these people that I'm—
Back again, it's packed again
My schedule and my stock of pens
I never left, I wrote my fate
You're ink is spent, let's not pretend
My bone and skin I left in booth
Your spine and soul has left the room
I pop my shit, my colon punctured
Hold the sides, hold the smiles
Who am I? Your demise
I been slimmin' for the cam
It add some pounds and add that dollar
Add the yen, and add the rupiah
Word around town they tryna copy my business
You can't even emulate a full sentence
Take a lil' more than likin' photos on Pinterest
Nobody imitatin' my ambition
Everyone a fashion killa these days
So fast walk around like they Virgil these days
You been here what?
You don't got what it takes
I won't let that shit fly like a weather delay (Damn)
Tell Sean did the script come in yet? (Did it come in Sean?)
Tell the bro – that I want him on the remix
I don't get flustered I don't get seasick
Your time comin', but you ain't found a niche yet
Hit 'em up when I pull up that pussy minerals
I ain't Shinoda we never linkin' up (Yeah)
I'm just tryna talk, lil' bitch, I'm outside
When it tingle my sense it ain't safe
Snake slither I caught on their face
Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain
Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain
Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes
Big crib shit gettin' misplaced
Big dick shit gettin' rearranged
She be singin' I call her T-Pain