(My favorite album I've ever made)

(rock)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, your shit is trash, I might have to kill your producer

Go back to the pad, I turn him to stone like Medusa

This ain't what you want, I don't like to feel like I'm used

I got magic touch, I might cast a spell on you

I got magic touch, I might cast a spell on you

You got cop friends, yeah, they 'bout to tell on you

(Tell on you, and they— yeah)

And they tell on you

(Tell on you, and they— yeah)

And they tell on you (Yeah)

Old friends fell out, f-fell out on you

I can't even spell it out, but what the hell did I do?

I might quit my job just to love up on you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

Fu-fuck up out my spot, there's no job for you

Hating bitches on my cock, there's no job for you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

A-ayy, your shit is trash

I might have to kill your producer

Go back to the pad, I turn him to stone like Medusa

This ain't what you want, I don't like to feel like I'm used

I got magic touch, I might cast a spell on you

I got magic touch, I might cast a spell on you

(And they, and they— yeah)

And they tell on you (Cop friends)

(Tell on you, and they— yeah)

And they tell on you

(Tell on you, and they— yeah)

And they tell on you (Yeah)

I might quit my job just to love up

on you (Tell on you, and they— yeah)

Old friends fell out, a-and they tell on you (Rock)

I might quit my job just to love up on you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

Fu-fuck up out my spot, there's no job for you

Hating bitches on my cock, there's no job for you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

I might quit my job just to love up on you

(I might quit my job)

(rock)

(My favorite album I've ever made)