Lyrics Wires! by Very Smurt

Y?all got freaking wires
See the haters make ?em tired
Boi you know I?m spitting fire
You can?be?my backup choir
All?your food is so expired
All you?haters finna liars
Interview, and now I?m hired
Y?all should just finna?retire

I?got?that gold chain?on my neck
Boi?better give me respect
Go to bank and cash the checks
Y?all know I?m better than freaking Beck
Got the girls, I got the ladies
Got that Benz I got Mercedes
I?m the goat, I?m rap Tom Brady
I?m a god so call me Hades

Money, money, money
Like a bear I?m eating honey
Cat is soft, she like a bunny
Even haters think I?m funny
I got that flow up in my bones
Don?t try me I?m in my zone
Season eight of game of thrones
Wanna try? Well freaking don?t, yo

Y?all got freaking wires
See the haters make ?em tired
Boi you know I?m spitting fire
You can be my backup choir
All your food is so expired
All you haters finna liars
Interview, and now I?m hired
Y?all should just finna retire

Beep beep beep
Beep beep lettuce
See that hater
Going to the dentist
I'ma get you
And throw you in a crevice
After I'm finished, you'll need a medic
I am the master
And you?re the apprentice
I?m in italy
So I'll meme you up in Venice
I will beat you
Like we?re playing tennis
I am poetic
And you are pathetic

Y?all got freaking wires
See the haters make ?em tired
Boi you know I?m spitting fire
You can be my backup choir
All your food is so expired
All you haters finna liars
Interview, and now I?m hired
Y?all should just finna retire

Airpods, no wires
Lil Pump, Lambo, tires
Ma** ********, big gay
No AIDS, a**

Y?all got freaking wires
See the haters make ?em tired
Boi you know I?m spitting fire
You can be my backup choir
All your food is so expired
All you haters finna liars
Interview, and now I?m hired
Y?all should just finna retire