nails done! (KidShazam Remix) Lyrics

Yo should I start the song with some real generic rapper shit

Like some lighter flicks and shit?

Like, ha ha ha ha

Oh shit

Okay, fuck

Fuck that, fuck that

Okay

I think it'd be fun to hit some like hype shit

Over some boom bap shit

Ya know what I mean?

Like get that, get that contrast

I think that'd be dope, so

Nails done like Yachty, got me feelin' like a bad bitch

Two-tone baguettes in my ice, I keep it classic

Brand new baddie in the back, she keep it ratchet

Now it's time to come in with that new, you in the past tense

Nails done to match my bitch, now we got matching chokers

Make her makeup run like we Harley Quinn and Joker

Nails done like Yacthy, got me feelin' like a bad bitch

Brand new flow to match the drip, no you can't have this

All my diamonds blue, my VV's all on one piece

My nails match my goth bitch, this shit is lovely

You think you gonna pass me? You really tryna prosper?

But what I spit is gas

Bitch, I'm coughin' up Phosphor

Cut you up in five speeds, iambic pentameter

Put the game on top my back, it's carried with stamina

Thinkin' that you runnin' rap, you basically amateur

Man I came here to damage ya, then I'll wave at the cameras

I'm a mad villain, causin' motherfuckin' doom

Have you singin' "Figaro" when I'm walkin' up the room

Bitch I'm here to kill this shit

I don't cap from ignorance

My pen is a sedative

My bars are now your biggest threat

Choppin' the beat like Gordon Ramsey

Look at how I treat these whores and pansies

Keep my drip imported, fancy

This new flow is sure to land me

On the front page of a blog I don't give a fuck about

Meanwhile, you riding one wave that's gonna make you crash from all the doubt

Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar

Multitasking all my life, and now it's really not hard

Droppin' another hit with my brother Nomrah

Leaving you a sweat taste

Like a pop tart

Nails done to match my queen

We sippin' straight chlorine

Existential crisis like we Lucifer and Chloe

Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar

Chill with the prime minister, so, fuck a cop car

Nails done, mic on, let's run it

Punk life, they don't talk about the topic

Spiked shoes, leather jackets, yeah you gotta love it

Elders be like "it's the Antichrist", they onto something

It's controversial, they obviously ain't a fan of us

I'm wiping my tears with a Gucci scarf from how sad it is

My blood is universal, my nourishment's off of cannabis

I'll break your face in if mine is filled with your cameras

My influence is pure

My art is expressive

Can't attend therapy cuz I'm used to being the one who listens

I made it out the messes

I'm passing down the lessons

First up, get up

Come on, get down with the sickness

The road ain't empty, gotta step on the peddle

Running over every obstacle, yeah I'm upping the level (yessir)

Turn up to metal, I don't settle, I was born a rebel

How does it go? (You are the actual devil)

Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar

Multitasking all my life, and now it's really not hard

Droppin' another hit with my brother Nomrah

Leaving you a sweat taste (muah)

Like a pop tart

Nails done to match my queen

We sippin' straight chlorine

Existential crisis like we Lucifer and Chloe

Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a Rockstar

Chill with the prime minister, so, fuck a cop car