SHEESH!

Alla you thirsty

No one deserve me

Spammin my chat with your rubbish it irks me

Words are all empty

Reekin like dead beats

Back in the trash where you came from I'm ready

I'm hefty I'm sweating I can't take the pettiness

Y'all in my water you better be treading

Lookin like thunder, clookin like rain

Slide on me once now I'm eating your brain

Listen

Alla you in my business

UK rapper, UK model, UK London Brisbane

Just touched down in Lisbon passin on bubbly like it's Lipton

Keepin it squeaky in my system

Alla you rappers sound like

Come through

I got a kilo to blow through

And if you're down bring your friend too

And if she's down bring her friend too

She wanna ride in the back of the whoa

Sheesh!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Alla you tripping and thought you could handle me please!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Sheesh!

Stuck in a box like ya waiting on boxing day

Just got paid

Takin the lot like I'm Potter's babe

Baking a lot in a crock pot way

Big kielbasa, I'm Mufasa

Fuck with me you'll need a doctor

I'm the doctor, big surprise

Big malpractice pay me bye

It's all over now, It's never the same

I spoiled your fun I invented the game

Oh honey you thought you could rub on the fame?

It's treacherous better off back in your lane

It's okay, it's alright, your mama told you you're special she lied

You're fried, you're crusted, all of you dusted

Crossing my fingers I cannot be trusted

Sheesh!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Alla you tripping and thought you could handle me please!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Sheesh!

What you waiting on is it me?

I move so fast you haters can't see

I signed one soul but I came with three

And my next one's priced at a trillion

Hee hee hee

I blend like chameleon, see?

You shook my hand but I crossed my feet

I came with a plan just watch you'll see

What you waiting on is it me?

Honey I'm bored

You're making me snore

I'm drooling all over my Juicy Couture

You say you're a poet I think you're just poor

Don't hit your big head on your way out the door

Tell all your boys to get back on the run

What happened to y'all?

You used to be fun

You used to do shit

Stupid goof shit

Give the girls some shiny new shit

Whoops ya blew it

Ran em through it

Empty handed

Bitch I knew it

Sheesh!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Alla you tripping and thought you could handle me please!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Sheesh!

Sheesh!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Alla you tripping and thought you could handle me please!

Alla you praying and better get down on your knees!

Sheesh!