IT'S ABOUT THE SIZE Lyrics

White boy rapper, didn't think it'd be a factor

But the fact is I'm actually faster than average

Standing in the blast radius is bad for ya

Don't come back for me

If battery charges start landing on me

You gotta be kidding homie

When I was a kid you'd know me

And every time I come around you now

You're flipping on me

And every time I see your bitch ass

You're posting on socials

So concerned about your fans

You should be focused on vocals

One, two, three, and to the four

Knock knock on the door

Let's get the orgy going

Fuck the motion of the ocean

It's about the size

Watch your woman's eyes fantasize

When she sees the bulge on my thighs

One house, two cars

Three girls, four bars

Five guns, six stars, fuck off

I get my dick off when I spit hard

Piss off while I lick shots off your girls tits

While I get off

"Stop all the beefin'," I'll stop my beefin'

When the world goes has gone green

And I'm finally vegan

I'm off my demeanor

Awfully conceited, I outta be beaten

Like ostriches leaving their massive eggs to be eaten

Don't bother me meeting, I'm busy with reading

Obituaries of some bitches buried

And I'm hella scary

I'm a visionary with a canary

To repeat every fucking line I'm blaring

I'll run up on you like a dog that's caring

I'll put you Karens on a leash

Tie it round your throat

If you yell at the manager

I tighten the rope

I'm tired of both

My parents when I'm writing my jokes

A knife in my throat

Might have to be the way that I go

One, two, three, and to the four

Knock knock on the door

Let's get the orgy going

Fuck the motion of the ocean

It's about the size

Watch your woman's eyes fantasize

When she sees the bulge on my thighs

One house, two cars

Three girls, four bars

Five guns, six stars, fuck off

I get my dick off when I spit hard

Piss off while I lick shots off your girls tits

While I get off

Kill me where I stand, let me die

Didn't think that I'd survive until 25

What if I have lived half my life

Half the guys that I knew

Back in high school won't survive? (Fuck)

What a beautiful waste of a face

Your waist got my hands moving up and down

Trying to keep up the pace

Can't dance but I can fake

Can't last but I can taste

No cash but I can trade

Got hookers paying me to spray

Stopping my profit just isn't possible

Money flowing in like games at carnivals

Carnivore carving up Cardi B

She's retarded but honestly wanna see

What she's got under that dress

Ever since I learned of sex

I've been obsessed with seeing breasts

I confess that I'm messed up

Go to the strip club

Ignore the entertainers, find a man's date

And try to gangbang her

One, two, three, and to the four

Knock knock on the door

Let's get the orgy going

Fuck the motion of the ocean

It's about the size

Watch your woman's eyes fantasize

When she sees the bulge on my thighs

One house, two cars

Three girls, four bars

Five guns, six stars, fuck off

I get my dick off when I spit hard

Piss off while I lick shots off your girls tits

While I get off