Manic! lyrics

(You think you know me) Uh, yeah How you gon' see me? You like Stevie with them airballs (for real) Let's air it out and let KelTec sing like Aaron Hall (yeah) Don't need producers, need no writers, need no tech at all (c'mon) But, best believe, you fuck with me, there's gon' be techs involved (best believe it) Fuck rapping, bitch, extend the clip and get your bitch involved (yeah) My twisted fantasy only made it so appalled (yeah) I'm half 'Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong (Awesome Kong) I tell myself that half a O I smoke won't do me harm But when it do me in, I know that they gon' do me wrong Bullpup, nigga, to find your body they gon' need Logan Paul I'm in the forest with the Kimber, it's my final form (yes) I still need all my bitches same color as Ricky Starks (facts) I take them light, I take them dark, but I prefer them bald (facts) And you get extra points from me if you mentally off Your bitch be taking all these hits, tell her work on her guard (tell her) Just blame my occupation, bitch, I keep the Kimber warm The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn (Toxic) (It's toxic) (Yeah man, it's real toxic) Uh, little before, kick in the door Shorty don't text, just call (kick it in) Look at the score, these niggas swore Wouldn't be here no more (check it out) I am a whore shaming the Lord Put me in a figure four (uh) I am a whore (I am a whore) (Check it out) Niggas be running their mouth about me Why they don't got nothing else to report? ('Port, yah) Thought it was cute when you took me to court (court, yah) Amazon Fresh, bring that bitch to your door (door, yah) She be making faces like LA Noire (noire) She takes a bump when I give her the gore (ah) Wouldn't be here if a nigga was poor (ah) Beats be that way 'cause these niggas be boring (ah) I play your music, my niggas be snoring, bruh (bruh) I be pegging your spouse (what else?) I watch rap niggas get caught, I live above the law I'm screaming: Death to the police, I say it every song Don't say it just to say it, I hope y'all die on your job And if your momma is a cop, then nigga, fuck your mom (fuck) And if your daddy is a cop, then nigga, fuck your pa You got a family of cops, I'm saying, fuck 'em all I keep a Kimber on my waist, let's talk about reform Let's talk about reform (yeah) Yeah, fuck Peggy Drag this nigga out and beat him on the lawn (get it up) Break in your house, delete your files, then uninstall your DAWs Learn your positions, you a snake, boy, I'm big boss Young Kim Jong, watch me get my shit off Sliding with the stick, I feel like Eric Lindros Sicker than COVID patients, watch me make the clip cough We make them meet the KelTec, these A&Rs won't live long It's prophecy (it's prophecy, yeah)