Original lyrics

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Hahahahaha, haha Mmh (oh), mmh, mmh, mmh Ain't no details, ain't no conversation Ain't no real money in rap, nigga It's all retail, shit, huh Niggas be talkin' shit (talkin' shit) I tell 'em: Pull up, bitch Cease to exist (alright) You gon' cease to exist Don't get exposed, nigga Keep code, nigga Only in it for the cash, I'm a gold digger (uh) Shitpost, nigga When I die, my tombstone's Twitter, Twitter Sayin' Ain't no details (nah), ain't no conversations (nah) Ain't no real money in rap (shut up), it's all retail (facts) It's all outrage (for real) Yeah, put this pussy in a prime position (for real) Young Peggy, I'm a false prophet Bringin' white folks this new religion My fans need new addictions (sayin') Niggas be talking shit (talkin' shit) I tell 'em, "Pull up, bitch" Cease to exist (exist, man) Don't get exposed, nigga (bah) Huh, keep code, nigga Only in it for the cash, I'm a gold digger (ooh) Shitpost, nigga Aight, we gon' do it like this Say what you said on Twitter right now (right now, exactly) You only brave with a board and a mouse (uh-huh) You weren't talkin' when I put you in the ground (sucker) Don't leave the house Don't get capped by a nigga in a muhfuckin' gown Fuck (huh, huh) Fuck Fuck, fuck (oh) Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck Ah, ah Ah (thank God) These niggas fragile (thank God) Rap been so good to me, I hope it get me cancelled (oh) Y'all hope that I'll be dead soon (huh) Ooh, bitch, I must be scarin' you (hey, oh) I packed the fixer in case you bitches want a scandal, I came (huh) Glock with the dick, y'all be typin' it (yeah) But y'all ain't gon' do shit (sit) In your pussy ass life Fuck Fuck Fuck, fuck (oh) Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck Hahaha, hahahaha Ha, bitch Ha, mmh Ha, yeah