say that again (2035 Remix) ft. Dark Ollie Lyrics

(Mhm, yeah)

Zacaroni and cheese on the toppings, (ya)

Never mind his shit is the one dropping, (woo)

Cohen carried your ass on the track so hard, (facts)

Your track ain't even hard, you played a bad card (yeah)

Straight up yelling in a mic, can't hear a single word, (yeah)

I'm defensive call me Van Dijk, you study hard you a nerd

Calling out the pigeons and birds yeah we all heard

Out of me, team logz and zacaroni, you'd be third (yeah, yeah)

Got nothing on Cohen I'd say Zac is the one with a shrimpy (mhm)

Probably be the size of the smallest pinky (ha)

Maybe a pinky toe, change the flow, your shit crashed, gonna have to tow

Saying that you don't have a girlfriend we already know (ya)

Yeah you a loner, in class probably got a boner, (ayo)

You probably have mr bone, that's where you're in your zone, (mhm)

Boy you better watch your tone, boy you better watch the throne

Call me the white kanye, your trash is about to get owned (yoo)

In your insta bio saying hey kittens when you're the pussy (yo)

Pussy cat, Logan hits with a baseball bat and a door mat (shee)

Zacaroni in the crossheirs, the ak goes rattata (brt)

You ratty, Dark Ollie responding in a timely manner (yo)

When it comes to you what you say doesn't matter (yeah)

Desperate for attention let me serve it for you on a platter

If your bitch really existed she'd be more flat than flatter (mhm)

On your track all you say is lies I guess you a straight capper

Fapper, I ain't a rapper but I'm still gonna clap back (yessir)

Yeah your shit is whack, you ain't getting a plaque

You ain't at the grammy's, you probably like old granny's

You're losing your sanity, losing track of reality

Losing your clarity, too poor to give to charity

Always getting carried, you and Cohen should get married

Killing you like a kill shot you and your shit gonna get buried

The ground is starting to shake beneath you you're starting to get worried

(mm, mm, mm, mm)

(yeah)

(yeah, it's lit)

Yeah we keep going you thought the track was over

After two cruisers at your birthday, you weren't sober

Straight up weak, had to go to your parents bed to sleep

I could do this for a week

Only giving you a peek

I ain't anywhere near my peak, still grinding to the top

You made a mistake, that's a flop

They repping Dark Ollie, it's a cop (ooh)

You call triple zero, that's the cops

You think you're the hero, no you're not

You're buried alive, you're gonna rot

You're still a baby, get in the cot

If you had a bad bitch, she a thot (mhm)

Better get moving, on the trot (yeah)

This beat too fire, it's hot (mhm)

You keep mumbling, huh what?

I'm the deathslinger you at dead dawg saloon

You about to be tunneled, oh come on!

Three hooks I'm leaving you dead

I'm playboi carti leaving a whole lotta red

You're felix richter so your dad left you

You're trash so you're in the basement too

Keep dying yeah it's more than a few

Zac copy's playboi carti, nothing new

(yeah i'm off the grid)

Got M's on M's on M's on M's

Might as well call me Eminem

Don't believe me listen to them

Not thinking straight you're on blem

Ask hit or miss I say you're a miss

Say that again if you want to meet the fist

My lyrics in the bag I got a long list

Thanks for the money now look at the wrist

Say that again

Say that again

Say that again

Say that again

Say that again, (mhm)