[ Featuring Dipolar ]
Ayy, yeah, uh, ayy, uh
Yeah, this beat sound like Taco Bell, I'll send you to hell
I'm moving pack, can't pay with Zelle, I feel impelled
I need some help, yeah, I might just go to hell
I need a hundred K, till I'm f*cking done today
I'm wearing grey, i hide my face, told your girl I'm andale
Get on with that hate, all y'all fake, I don't play no games
Step up out my lane, I'm insane, yeah, it's in my veins
Bitch ill f*cking step up on your face, I'ma catch a case
You a disgrace, I can see your pain from over here
I'll make it clear, I got no fears, I've grown up on throughout the years
Grinding up a mil, need to pay my mama's bills
And I'm praying to God that hell ain't real
Drop an anvil on me if that's so
I got regret in my brain, bitch, you don't know
I'll be moving from state to state, shining with your hoe
Glory done come my way for doing what I love
Yeah, I need a hundred K, I don't give a f*ck
This bell sound like Taco Bell, I'ma send you straight to hell
I'm moving pack, can't pay with Zelle
I just, I just f*cked your bitch, you mad, oh well
Yeah, this bell bringing hell, yeah
God it replaying in my head, yeah, yeah
I just need to go up in the sky, I'm so f*cking high
This bell put me aside from what I'm doing
I don't even like to rap, but I, but I, but I
Feel like I'ma f*cking snap, wait, hold up, I forgot
Ah, ah, this beat sound like Taco Bell
I'ma take you to hell, I'm satan's seed you couldn't tell
What? I need a, I need a, ah
I need a hundred thou, yeah, your bitch love me now
She a f*cking hound, look like she came from the pound
I don't give a f*ck, I'ma leave yo ass stuck, stuck
Cutter, give me luck, y'all can never f*cking touch
Yeah, my jeans not tight, yeah, all of my trues darn are right
You know me and Mac getting fly all damn night
Every day, I can never stop the grind
I'm growing up to die, making music I like, yeah, yeah
I'm making music how I like, this a f*cking Taco Bell beat yall are nothing like
