You a hoe, and I can smell it on you
A foul smell that reeks, always surrounds you
Everything is just a game according to you
That's why I had to go cut both of you
Get smurfed on
Get smurfed bish
All you pissy motherfuxkers always talk about it
But I swear to f*cking god, y'all ain't ever want to be about it
Attached to virtual reality love that you cant even live without it
Now I know why you were always scared to f*cking talk about it
You probably still on that bullshit and I wouldn't even f*cking doubt it
Click clack
Get clapped on back of you head
Tick tack
Wrist snapped back like I'm dead
Wick wack
You played the game till the very end
Eyes rolled back
Cause you ain't hear a word I said
You a hoe, and I can smell it on you
A foul smell that reeks, always surrounds you
Everything is just a game according to you
That's why I had to go cut both of you
Get smurfed on
Get smurfed bish
I need all of the money before i can wake and bake
I am gonna get mine, no matter what it really takes
Thats why I'm always getting all of these turret plates
That's why I had to go and cut off the rest of the fakes
Because it seems like the only real can relate
If I keep going at this rate i might meet my fate
Cause everyone wants to eat off my finished plate
So that's why I had get them all off of my f*cking case