Cooties

I don't believe it till I actually see it happening

I saw him lying in his song when he was rapping it

Must have been sick cause he had codeine in his bag with him

I made a wash his hands before he passes me a pathogen

Now hes all up in his feelings and hes tight

I aint trying to get sick from a little fight

Just take your medicine you mixed in with the sprite

And let me hit the studio and wiped the cooties off the Mic

I'm saying I'm just playing I ain't trying to get on one

Swinging our fucking arms like we're doing the Charleston

Dancing around aimless looking like little children

Smackin each other shameless over some fucking feelings