Lemons! ft. QUINN Lyrics

Have I turned into a public figure?

I might lose it if I get asked for a picture

My bitch is thicker

My wine is redder

My blood is thinner

I'm not an expert

But I made you look like a beginner

I'm not your friend

I'm out the pen

Crazy as ever

Your bitch is looking at me like

She wants an NDA

My bitch is looking at her like

She's from the NBA

A draft pick for another threeway

The cat's outta the bag: I'm extra

I'm rich

I'm magnificent from the back

I'm dextrous

And I'm killing this shit like I'm Dexter

Push it deep so you feel it in your plexus

You saw me

You heard me

You know I eat these motherfuckers like Kirby

And you motherfuckers wonder if I'm worthy?

All these hats on my head

Kentucky Derby

You see how they do me?

Every night, it's a new thing

I feel like David Spade, just shoot me

Tobias Fünke, they blew me

Bald head with a suit

Call me hitman

With a mic and a pen

Call me hitman

Don't act surprised

When you're benched, man

I'm coming hot

Brand new inventions

Old head said no dentures

New shit don't work like original

That's one of them juxtapositions

Life's sweet

Here you go, here's some lemons

Bald head with a suit

Call me hitman

With a mic and a pen

Call me hitman

Don't act surprised

When you're benched