INTERNET Lyrics

Woke up with a bad bitch in bed, she don't know my astrology sign

Better than you and her lipstick red, won't accept my apology, fine

I'm always incorrect, every time you gotta be right

Don't mean to interject, or make you constantly cry

Motherfuck the internet, ball in real life

I got all the intellect, fuck it feel like

Ride the dick like a bike, like a razor scooter

You's a bitch, you is nice, your mother ain't raised a shooter

Jammed up my stick, it's gon' be aight, I'm finna go pay my ooter

Look at my bitch, she lookin' nice, you know that she came from Hooter's

He still rock Orisue, he rockin' Karmaloop clothes

And you know that I need you, I watched a part of you close

I missed your star 67, I was partying with hoes

She act like she high off the coke, it's hardly in her nose

They just flippin' that weed, they think that they El Chapo

In a truck flippin' keys, they thought that I sell tacos

I dipped outta Suffolk, now I'm fuckin' Elmont hoes

He still in the city in hopes of reaching El Dorado

I want her, want her friend, want her moms, whole family tree

I'm tryna curve, want things to end, this whole bond, hoe can't you see?

Came out the water with a manatee

Creampied your hoe, that's why they mad at me

I ride the boat and do it candidly

As a zygote I had no sanity

She be wylin', she got coochie nectar on my BB Simon

Slide through his residence and he be frightened

Accumulating hours till I got VV diamonds

They stuck in the dark, they hate to see me shinin'

Rockin' body armor, sippin' body armor, in a dodgy charger

In a scat

Accept apologies, but never forget that

Woke up with a bad bitch in bed, she don't know my astrology sign

Better than you and her lipstick red, won't accept my apology, fine

I'm always incorrect, every time you gotta be right

Don't mean to interject, or make you constantly cry

Motherfuck the internet, ball in real life

I got all the intellect, fuck it feel like

Ride the dick like a bike, like a razor scooter

You's a bitch, you is nice, your mother ain't raised a shooter