Flip on the screen, return of the Mac
Best in the game, I’m shitting my pants
Dookie they drawers, they never admitting
All these diapees on, for B B L Drizzin
OVO is shitting they draws
pgLang takin anti-laxatives
euphoria track a victory lap
your own career, got tracked
Makes me question if drizzy knows
If pwision they got dependies
Maybe bitch was twitsted
In a bunch on the left cheek
what kinda half-man,
Half grown, half idiot, no plan,
nothing in the thermister cause ya
Grown up, lotta spoon fed butter
spit a lotta shit and n just say nothing
Come up, sounds like, baby’s burpin yaknow
Drake the kinda dude, ta know your age,
Save the date, then take out a stop watch
Your asked for proof then twitter came through
Now police and neighbors eyes are every op
OVO is paranoia
OVO is up all night long
OVO is so nervous as a matter fact
Right now he’s very,,, uh,,, in his head
About deleting contacts and
And comments, and filing
DMCA claims against his own tracks,
Which Lead to the blocked Kai Cenat,
Guess when you get caught you stay hidden,
I guess thats why you can’t trust him,
I guess he really was famous enough,
When he goes and tries to hide,
Makes you wonder what he’s done,
Who really got those bot comments?
Who really has views that they bought?
BBL drizzy
He’s the shogun, the master of none
Something to prove, he’s black and he’s cool
Just don’t get a drink, or trust taking shots
If you don’t wanna see another drizzy
amongus
BBL drizzy
Wasn’t very certified lovely, was he?
Snuggleuffagus with a lot of
Payments made in pussy
roll up from degrassi
Make you thinkin like if a muppet could track it
Bitch you are famous enough of a rapper
Doesn’t mean your popular
Just means that you’re known
Dizzy This ain’t no mystery
This the Best court case in history
That’s gonna make ya show up
Only way you see them kids grow up
Is in the hours visiting
Is in the hours visiting
Success, I’m best
I delete the comments botnet
No opinion but the one I’m seeing
I can finally feel at rest
The beef was brewing
The Stew cooking if
A single wide with the
Smell memory it would know the
Crack rock, pasta and nine one
Don’t hit another one or I’ll
Whip the gun across the left cheek
Take your ass dragged across the
war, flaws, and ceilings
You don’t have to believe me
You don’t have to see me
To know it’s going down is history
Like drizzy big ass butt cheeks
This part needed a pause
Shit in my pants, return of the crap
I go to wipe and it’s there again
Shitting my pants is not for the novice
Looks like crap after trusting flatulence
Drizzy know that’s stirring mud
Is shitting the bed and a crop dust
All that cauldron brewed formidable truth
This bitch ass thinks he is the shit, Fart
fart duet
