Take a look inside your load,
is there any guns for me?,
I won't have to rest you till you get down on one knee,
Because you only want to do it with me if I'm playing good enough,
Did you ever rest me?,
Would you ever pump the ops?,
Every time I pull on my pump,
well it's only out of fear,
That you'll find me about one day and then you'll disappear,
Because what's the point in crouching?,
It was never even loot,
Did you ever keep me?,
Was I grappling enough?,
That boy's a looter,
that boy's a looter,
he doesn't kill ya,
You're not looking at some boy,
that boy's a looter,
that boy's a looter,
He doesn't risk ya,
you're not gifting me boy Good enough, oh,
oh, good enough…,
He said that I'm neat enough,
where's my d-d-d?,
Think about guns that I shouldn't have.

So I'll talk to him,
he said no and he keep making fun of me.

His grapple is brain rotting me.

He said that boys attack,
saying he a noob but I know he's sweat,
like, but he giving her,
a bandage.

Think about me cause he know that I'm pro,
and I win after win.

He was saying this place so like yo something you win.

Tell him my ops cause I know what I'm on,
but when he clipped me I'm not gonna respond.

But I don't win enough without you,
and I can't play enough without you.

If we don't play does that mean you're poo?,
Don't like sneaky snaps do you do?,
That boy's a looter,
that boy's a looter.

He doesn't key ya,
you're not looking at some boy.

That boy's a looter,
that boy's a looter.

He doesn't riz ya,
you're not gifting me boy.

Good enough,
good enough,
good enough.

I love you,
friends.