I miss your touch
I could've came in clutch
I told you I don't judge
I'd never hold a grudge
You know that
It's a fact
It's a fact
Imma flip the switch
Almost killed myself over a bitch
Kill won't snitch
Talk at the right pitch
Sound like a hit
All the heat that I spit
It's getting lit
Honestly I won't quit
I'm not a rapper I'm an artist
Like the doctor and his Tardis
I'm the one to start this
I'm the one that she miss
I got the money in the bag
Y'all niggas running like we playing tag
While we facing in the gulag
I got explosive rounds in my mag
Nigga you the target
Imma hit your girl Margaret
Then imma hit charlotte
And imma f*ck em on the carpet
Giby playing on the speaker
You are getting weaker
She knows that I seek her
My rhymes getting deeper
Live by a school
Float in the pool
You were a tool
And I'm the one that rule
Playing GTA
Imma go get laid
Then get paid
Thought I had it made
She saw me with the thicc
Wanted to take a pic
I said make it quick
Cause I was kinda sick
I got followers in a pot
Love is what I sought
Your girl give me top
She saying that I'm hot
The rain falls down
Gives ppl a frown
It gives me a smile
Raise up the music dial
Making this album
It's about to go platinum
Like teccas ransom
Wanna type meet Chris Hanson
My boys had enough
These times were rough
I got a lot of stuff
You know that I'm tough
Don't go to whip to my name
I will when I get to fame
I am untame
All you gave me was pain
I gave you my trust
But I didn't see the lust
It's hard to adjust
Something like we discussed
I'm looking for your love
Thinking it coming from above
OJ didn't wear a glove
My heart ya had to shove
I make a milly off the track
My room is full of stacks
I'm only breaking backs
Soon imma get my heart attacks
Imma finna blast
From the past
I'm finna be last
I got more bitches than he has
I got germ x by my side
Olivia won't be there when I die
She told me goodbye
So I'm just gonna get high
You know that I'm Giby Thicc
And this is Simpworld on the low
I'm kinda drunk
Nailed it