rlly+slly (rmx) ft. Mr.Memeologist, Code Blu & kiwwi Lyrics

(You can't go back)

Hunnids in the safe

I wear what you can't said you're honest but you ain't

Diamond in the rough

I can call your bluff nothing said is still enough

Hmm oh yeah

You think shit is funny wait 'till I get silly now

Hmm oh yeah

You think shit is funny wait 'till I get silly now

Babe you really ate down

The best to put it on and post it up; that's all-around

angeltype my threads from the halo to the ground

Bitch I feel like Billie Eillish you should see me in a s-see me in a

...blast off with a pocket rocket

Been so- been so silly I can tell you goofs ain't 'bout it 'bout it

The way I wrote this need a couple thousand at least

H-how's it you but not your man the one that's found on a leash? Damn

Hunnids in the safe

I wear what you can't said you're honest but you ain't

Diamond in the rough

I can call your bluff nothing said is still enough

Hmm oh yeah

You think shit is funny wait 'till I get silly

You- you- you- you- you think shit is funny, wait 'till I get silly now

...couple thousand at least

H-how's it you but not your man the one that's found on a leash? Damn

I can call your bluff, nothing said is still enough

Damn

You but not your man the one that's found on a leash? Damn

They say I ain't about it; still yell out "ayo Meme"

Always flexing out but still can't buy a lease

Homie scream out what you mean

I put shells up on his back just like Eugene

I might kick 'em out VC

I got hungry as a bitch; I ordered Chinese - Rangoon'd in that hoe

He don't like that Kingdom Hearts; I break his door

You ping my ass again and you gon' see the lord

You ping my ass again and you gon' see the- wait

I ignored it I really did ranked it on importance

Bro's not really wild - to be honest: you a tourist

Make yo' ass go see the stars give a damn if you're a Taurus

"Snap Crackle Pop" your ass; you'll feel that in the morning bitch

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass, pop your ass

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass, pop your ass

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass, pop your ass

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass - "Snap, Crackle, Pop"

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass, pop your ass

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass, pop your-

Pop- pop- pop your ass, pop your ass, pop your ass

Pop- pop- pop your ass

(You can't go back)

Soju in my hand I'm wearing all shit that you can't afford

Baby wear that tennis skirt - I love when we go back and forth

B-b-be whoever's princess

On my wizard shit like Ganondorf (reign forever)

"watermelon" everything I don't know what you a-

Glocky in my hand I don't know what you running for

Baby shake that thang she can do it right up on the floor

We on Mortal Kombat timing; we can show you blood and gore

Asking for the mercy nigga I don't care about remorse

Gang up really outside we keep toolies and a fucking blick

Slice and dicing like a blender - you get caught up in the mix

You don't want this pressure we don't pull any fucking tricks

Hate to blind my opps 'cause I gotta shine my fucking wrist

Twist the cap like Ketchum off that Hanjan I'mma be the best

And my baby wanna ram so up that tab and I'll watch ego death

(Got a question) see no threat, be the best

And my baby wanna ram, so up that tab and I'll watch ego death

Pop your ass

Crackle - baby wanna ram, so up that tab and I'll watch ego death

Damn

Pop your ass (watch me)

I-I-I don't want your number, bitch - you is just a missingNo

Baby really freaky: want my frosting on her cinnamon roll

Crossfade coming imminent, this shit's too real (reign forever)

We gon' keep that fye if we ready to kill

And babe, I gotta litigate us a new deal

All these niggas spit the same, tell 'em fuck up out the lane

I-I-I'm the centerfold, the frame; in this with non-prescription frames

DM-DMV: I'm 'bout that crank, pour-pour that joint up in my drank

angeltype jeans when I swang, you could never be my main (reign forever)

B-b-better slide up on the gang, we gon' really bust your brain

There's some Prada on my jeans, there's some Rick up on my name

How the fuck you wanna talk but you moving like a lame?

I ain't laughing in this bitch but (got a question) I'm really hitting bank

We the one that entertain, boy, I been about my game

L-Liv Rodrigo on my tee, Gentle Monster for the frames

All your fits be looking tame, throw your mixtape down the drain

O-o-only fyooch is what I claim, shit is silly: can't complain

(B-b-better slide up on the gang, we gon' really bust your brain)

(There's some Prada on my jeans, there's some Rick up on my name)

(How the fuck you wanna talk but you moving like a lame?)

(I ain't laughing in this bitch but (got a question) I'm really hitting bank)

(We the one that entertain, boy, I been about my game)

(L-Liv Rodrigo on my tee, Gentle Monster for the frames)