MID.RARE Lyrics

It's half past eight, I cook up the perfect steak

That bitch a snake, imma make him meet his fate

That boy a bitch, that boy a pedo, meet my drake

Better run home safe before it gets too late

I been creeping in your city

creeping on the block

Back the fuck up off me

'Fore I pop off

'Fore I blow up

I just copped a zip

I'm with the gangy getting gassed up

Roll this blunt up on her nyash

And then she gimme face bruh

Stomp that stupid bitch into the dirt

I wanna see him bleed

I like my drip just like my meat

Raw as fuck and bloody pink

Imma nasty motherfucker

I eat tentacles deep fried with cream

My set is always fuckin fire

I turn the room up like 10 degrees

It's half past eight, I cook up the perfect steak

That bitch a snake, imma make him meet his fate

That boy a bitch, that boy a pedo, meet my drake

Better run home safe before it gets too late

I'm like 10 days out from tour

What the fuck have you been on?

I just got a brand new whip

I feel just like a soccer mom

I been taking hella drugs

I dropped a tab in a Disney park

Always dripped in black attire

I ghost away when it gets too dark

It's half past eight, I cook up the perfect steak

That bitch a snake, imma make him meet his fate

That boy a bitch, that boy a pedo, meet my drake

Better run home safe before it gets too late