You Serious? (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Bitch are you serious, no for real

Bitch are you serious

Lately I've been super curious but

Shit getting scary like, insidious

Lately it's looking to me you delirious Everything bout you

Just fucking mysterious

Everything bout you

Is screaming bi-curious

Yes I am cold but I'm not sagittarious

Doing this shit B.I.G like notorious Ima hit never miss Jacob Sartorius

Hoping one day

I be rolling with warriors

These fake lil bitches yeah

They be the corniest

I be switching up my flow

Like a wave in the ocean

Oh shit,

Not a single bitch that know shit

For anyone wondering

I feel like I'm chosen

I close in, fuck the world I use a Trojan I'ma stay posted,

Pop a perc not Ibuprofen

I gotta have my wrist frozen

I'm open, I never show emotion

I'm headed for the top

Just waiting for my promotion

Bitch are you serious, no for real

Bitch are you hearing this

I'm killer on beats like a cereal

I'm eating these beats cafeterias

You trying so hard just to bury us

Yet your bitch is steady tryna marry us

See now you be looking delirious

Call up twin an she pull up like, period

Been up in this game a little more than A year I'm never

Gonna let a fucking hater interfere

Bitch I'm here to stay

I'm never gonna disappear

I'm tryna make a point

Tryna make you see it clear

Think you need medicated

The way you think you never hated

I think you uneducated

You think you and I related

Everybody be talking but look at time

I dedicated

Me and my grind are

Never gonna be fucking separated

Pick apart a motherfucker

Like we playing Operation

I'ma send a hitter out tell em

Bring back the information

I'ma keep going till

I'm the greatest of the generation

Homie don't want it

I think he lacking on the motivation

Fuckin with an opp could get you Killed just by association

Down up left right bitch

Yeah that's a combination

If you doubted on me now

I'm vibing off the irritation

Probably should've let you know

The top has been my destination

Send me the addy or come an get at me These motherfuckers sick of me Rappin I'm sick of them cappin

I got up in my bag like I'm packing

I'm packing the heat

Killing the beat

Leave it deceased

Leave it to me

Leave it to me

Leave it to P