Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Please get a fan
On the beat, I'm goin' in
I'm a killer with the pen
So try me, bitch
Watch Peter Pan
Yeah, my drip never end
Gettin' soggy on these hands
Tsunami, bitch
Money in the crib
Got my cash doin' flips
All this paper doin' tricks
Origami, bitch
Killin' these hoes
You a zombie? Bitch
Got 'em on they toes
Flip-floppy, bitch
[Verse 2]
Please don't go against me
You won't like just how that ends
I stay cuttin' off these ****
Like I'm cropping off dead ends
Catch me shittin' on these bitches
Just might cop me some Depends
Found a thousand ways to end these hoes
Just like Happy Tree Friends
[Verse 3]
Demolishin' the game
Call FEMA
Blow 'em all away
No creeper
Breakin' mad walls
No Beemer
These hoes birds
Call PETA
[Verse 4]
Switch my flow just like I'm Willy
Smith
I'm the goat, the Billie Eilish
Name a ho that can try me, I wish
Free shot throw
Like a baller
I swish
[Verse 5]
Please get a fan
On the beat, I'm goin' in
I'm a killer with the pen
So try me, bitch
Watch Peter Pan
Yeah, my drip never end
Gettin' soggy on these hands
Tsunami, bitch
Money in the crib
Got my cash doin' flips
All this paper doin' tricks
Origami, bitch
Killin' these hoes
You a zombie? Bitch
Got 'em on they toes
Flip-floppy, bitch
[Verse 6]
Thought this shit was over?
I lay over
Ain't no room for breaks
Pop my shit like soda
I spew cola
Call that a spit take
Forced my hand
Like Yoda
Revved my motor
Try to hit the brake
But once I'm locked and loaded
Aim my focus
You should clear the way
[Verse 7]
Pull up in a Ghost
In a ride
I'm freaky
I ain't tryna boast
But the ride ain't cheapy
Only do coach if the sign got a horsey
Two door, bitch
I don't slide in a four seat
Two-tone drip
On the wrist, four APs
Two phones, one for the friends and the four cheese
Real thick bitch
Like my hair, that's 4C
Kyle made the beat
And the Bratt enforce-y
[Verse 8]
Please get a fan
On the beat, I'm goin' in
I'm a killer with the pen
So try me, bitch
Watch Peter Pan
Yeah, my drip never end
Gettin' soggy on these hands
Tsunami, bitch
Money in the crib
Got my cash doin' flips
All this paper doin' tricks
Origami, bitch
Killin' these hoes
You a zombie? Bitch
Got 'em on they toes
Flip-floppy, bitch
[Verse 9]
Please be kind
Written by: Justis Bratt