WH3R3 D3Y @?! Lyrics

Bitch

The best rapper in the fucking world

I said erectile dysfunction up in the function

Erectile dysfunction up in the function coming through

Yeah I'm swinging my noodle (Move bitch)

Bad bitch hella old hella baked that's the cougar who been makin me Kugel

(Shoutout all the gilfs)

Where the dabs at

Where the grams at

Where your granny and your auntie and your gramps at?

Brought Bacardi then we leave the party ransacked

I'm the type to bring a bong up in the backpack

It's a rat trap

All this life shit

I watch the news I'm gettin dumber on the nightly

You ain't doin shit but sitting high and mighty

They say the world is ending I'm content the fact it might be

Say I'm righteous

I ain't righteous

Though I'm in the right mind frame to to give a slight diss

Speaking on my name but you don't know what's on my right wrist

They ain't seen a Jew who handle gas and do it like this

Like maybe since Auschwitz's

When I die please put a mic up in my coffin

I call all the shots I'm no huddle with the offense

Blue and orange uniform

The white Obi Toppin

You ain't left me wit no option

Baggin all these hoes

I ain't even ever been the top pick

Boy I'm really cold

I'm a dog no lassie

Blocked her in my phone but I still smashed last week

Squallie from down under what's her name? I call her Cassie

If she really wanna get it she gon get it nasty

She want me to sing

But I ain't Marc Bassy

Beating up the kitten

But it ain't no tabby

My lungs need a break so there ain't no dabbing

Cozy to the core no there ain't no fashion

I hit up the club time to spend my bands

I hit up the club, watch a thick bitch dance

Where the dabs at

Where the grams at

Where your granny and your auntie and your gramps at?

Brought Bacardi then we leave the party ransacked

I'm the type to bring a bong up in the backpack

It's a rat trap

All this life shit

I watch the news I'm gettin dumber on the nightly

You ain't doin shit but sitting high and mighty

They say the world is ending I'm content the fact it might be

Say I'm righteous

I ain't righteous

Though I'm in the right mind frame to to give a slight diss

Speaking on my name but you don't know what's on my right wrist

They ain't seen a Jew who handle gas and do it like this

Like maybe since Auschwitz's

When I die please put a mic up in my coffin

I call all the shots I'm no huddle with the offense

Blue and orange uniform

The white Obi Toppin