BALD!

Yeah

Fuck that, whoa

Uh, fuck that bitch, I changed the plan

Switch my style like I switch hands

Block the witness, take the stand

Fuck out the way, bitch, back it up

Shit better get played in the palace

I can't treat **** like big deals

Why put up a front? I'm callous

(Bald)

I look like Ray Allen

These **** make beats on big wheels

Your files is not a challenge

Boy, you can't rap for shit

Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent

Hairline proof, God needs balance

(Bald)

Uh, look, I'm cashin' out

Young Darby, I'm taggin' in

They gon' bring your casket out

I hope that you fit in it

Ooh

What you doin', babe?

How you get caught with no gat?

You **** must got no pride

Gon' give you no slack, fo' real

'Cause you pussy

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Keep my business off the 'Gram

Switch my style like I switch hands

Goin' to war in foreign land

Fuck out the way, bitch, back it up

Shit better get played in the palace

Wait, uh, I can't treat **** like big deals

These toys don't come with no kids' meal

Been there, done that, done seen it

Not my girl, but I fuck her like she is

They be fuckin' up my lyrics on Genius

And these pussy ass critics repeat it

Been the same since "Even Stevens"

Y'all **** switch like the seasons

Y'all lives ain't got no meaning

And them deals ain't got no freedom

I can't just loop it and leave it

Gotta smack it up, rip it up and eat it

Ha

You can't feed your kid, 'cause you spent that shit on your car

Tape my hands, I'm goin' over squares heads like a VCR

Ha

(Bald)