Flip on the screen, return of the MacBest in the game, I’m shitting my pantsDookie they drawers, they never admittingAll these diapees on, for B B L DrizzinOVO is shitting they drawspgLang takin anti-laxativeseuphoria track a victory lapyour own career, got trackedMakes me question if drizzy knowsIf pwision they got dependiesMaybe bitch was twitstedIn a bunch on the left cheekwhat kinda half-man,Half grown, half idiot, no plan,nothing in the thermister cause yaGrown up, lotta spoon fed butterspit a lotta shit and n just say nothingCome up, sounds like, baby’s burpin yaknowDrake the kinda dude, ta know your age,Save the date, then take out a stop watchYour asked for proof then twitter came throughNow police and neighbors eyes are every opOVO is paranoiaOVO is up all night longOVO is so nervous as a matter factRight now he’s very,,, uh,,, in his head About deleting contacts andAnd comments, and filingDMCA 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 drizzyHe’s the shogun, the master of noneSomething to prove, he’s black and he’s coolJust don’t get a drink, or trust taking shotsIf you don’t wanna see another drizzy amongus BBL drizzyWasn’t very certified lovely, was he?Snuggleuffagus with a lot ofPayments made in pussyroll up from degrassiMake you thinkin like if a muppet could track itBitch you are famous enough of a rapperDoesn’t mean your popularJust means that you’re known Dizzy This ain’t no mysteryThis the Best court case in historyThat’s gonna make ya show upOnly way you see them kids grow upIs in the hours visiting Is in the hours visiting Success, I’m bestI delete the comments botnetNo opinion but the one I’m seeingI can finally feel at restThe beef was brewingThe Stew cooking ifA single wide with theSmell memory it would know theCrack rock, pasta and nine oneDon’t hit another one or I’llWhip the gun across the left cheekTake your ass dragged across thewar, flaws, and ceilingsYou don’t have to believe meYou don’t have to see meTo know it’s going down is historyLike drizzy big ass butt cheeksThis part needed a pauseShit in my pants, return of the crapI go to wipe and it’s there againShitting my pants is not for the noviceLooks like crap after trusting flatulenceDrizzy know that’s stirring mudIs shitting the bed and a crop dustAll that cauldron brewed formidable truthThis bitch ass thinks he is the shit, Fartfart duet

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