CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ebony & Ivory
I don't beef with a pu**y about that net sh*t, reckless
Get him choked out by his necklace, helpless
Let that turn him past tense
Violence, all that cap barkin' got him
Keep it up Sharkboy
I don't beef with a pu**y about that net sh*t, reckless
Get him choked out by his necklace, helpless
Let that turn him past tense
Violence, all that cap barkin' got him wylin
Let that P90 sing Billie Eilish
All that behavior gon' leave your a** mindless
Hurt a b*t*h feelings like my name was Simon
I write about violence so I don't hurt humans
Pre-Pre-Pre-teens talking that hot, you got unfinishеd a**ignments
Bro was talking lot, I don't talk I just keep quiet
I let his dеmons eat him first, he'll leave the internet
He'll crash and burn himself, mental in autopilot
I have no friends got family, b*t*h
954 to the death of me, b*t*h
If you step outside you stupid as f**k
Broward don't fight fair, we keep somethin' tucked
I have no friends got family, b*t*h
954 to the death of me, b*t*h
If you step outside you stupid as f**k
Broward don't fight fair, we keep somethin' tucked
I don't fight fair
Got it tucked, I keep it right there
Pu**y boy be talkin', A&E you spend the night there (Bap, bap)
Right there, you can't hit McDonalds card declined there
And she don't gotta open up cause I know how she feel inside there
Chopper finna chop him, have him lookin' like a hobbit (Br)
Call a boy Comethazine I'm posted with a rocket
No homo on this bar I grab a Glock and then I c*ck it
And that boy been actin' tough so he best walk it like he talk it
Uh, ye, I switch it up
Sippin' some purp, double my cup
Ay, uh f**kin it up, not runnin' it back b*t*h I'm runnin' it up
Ay, uh I got two b*t*hes, ivory ebony
Deep in the pu**y and that sh*t is heavenly
He talkin' sh*t, send him where heaven be (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hopin' that pu**y boy don't ever step to me
Yeah, huh on my vibey sh*t huh (On my vibey sh*t)
Yeah he talkin' sh*t on tracks but he ain't slidin' b*t*h (Yeah, yeah)
I be sayin' I don't know when jakes describin' it, huh
And they ask "why she in love?" the back shots likely it (Br)
Yeah, yeah, you don't know me
You a big b*t*h, pu**y it's not lowkey (Not lowkey)
Yeah she bad, she mischievous like Loki
And I'm smokin' on that Jamaica, that lowkey (Yeah, lowkey)
Yeah, huh like ok yeah, why do you wish?
Get him choked out by his necklace, helpless
Let that turn him past tense
Violence, all that cap barkin' got him
Keep it up Sharkboy
I don't beef with a pu**y about that net sh*t, reckless
Get him choked out by his necklace, helpless
Let that turn him past tense
Violence, all that cap barkin' got him wylin
Let that P90 sing Billie Eilish
All that behavior gon' leave your a** mindless
Hurt a b*t*h feelings like my name was Simon
I write about violence so I don't hurt humans
Pre-Pre-Pre-teens talking that hot, you got unfinishеd a**ignments
Bro was talking lot, I don't talk I just keep quiet
I let his dеmons eat him first, he'll leave the internet
He'll crash and burn himself, mental in autopilot
I have no friends got family, b*t*h
954 to the death of me, b*t*h
If you step outside you stupid as f**k
Broward don't fight fair, we keep somethin' tucked
I have no friends got family, b*t*h
954 to the death of me, b*t*h
If you step outside you stupid as f**k
Broward don't fight fair, we keep somethin' tucked
I don't fight fair
Got it tucked, I keep it right there
Pu**y boy be talkin', A&E you spend the night there (Bap, bap)
Right there, you can't hit McDonalds card declined there
And she don't gotta open up cause I know how she feel inside there
Chopper finna chop him, have him lookin' like a hobbit (Br)
Call a boy Comethazine I'm posted with a rocket
No homo on this bar I grab a Glock and then I c*ck it
And that boy been actin' tough so he best walk it like he talk it
Uh, ye, I switch it up
Sippin' some purp, double my cup
Ay, uh f**kin it up, not runnin' it back b*t*h I'm runnin' it up
Ay, uh I got two b*t*hes, ivory ebony
Deep in the pu**y and that sh*t is heavenly
He talkin' sh*t, send him where heaven be (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hopin' that pu**y boy don't ever step to me
Yeah, huh on my vibey sh*t huh (On my vibey sh*t)
Yeah he talkin' sh*t on tracks but he ain't slidin' b*t*h (Yeah, yeah)
I be sayin' I don't know when jakes describin' it, huh
And they ask "why she in love?" the back shots likely it (Br)
Yeah, yeah, you don't know me
You a big b*t*h, pu**y it's not lowkey (Not lowkey)
Yeah she bad, she mischievous like Loki
And I'm smokin' on that Jamaica, that lowkey (Yeah, lowkey)
Yeah, huh like ok yeah, why do you wish?
