Little Kid

Aye I'm boutta yuh I'm Catfish Yuh yuh Aye Yuh, mhmm Feel like Swayzee it's not crazy saying I'm the only one in the world Who really doesn't care If I always have a bag in hand I'm not a cashier at work No bubble tea but this baddie I might get her some pearls Trapping? Ain't me Anxious? Maybe But still putting in work She too needy no Chris Breezy but I hit her with a curve Better move quickly only been two weeks you already want a purse Man I'm no athlete but I got bad feet and my back it kinda hurts From helping T mother fucking Dot get to the top cuz it's finally my turn Remember when they thought I was mute Never talked I had trouble finding words Cuz every time I would talk had a script Like a bot because people never learn How to just be honest Promises left in the dirt I don't get the problem So solve it or just treat me like Ferb Man I'm like Chauvin shot callin take your breath away fast I'm a little bit of Hopsin, Locksmith, yeah maybe even DAX Man I'm like Anahit, Lü Dongbin yeah I only spit facts Even if she ain't top ten no problem like presto finna tap They think cause way that I rap must love to chat too bad not factual Yeah always been kid with a map and a plan Never ask for a hand unimaginable Paragraphs of my past on my iPhone don't do paginal Cause me writing raps on pads is a fire hazard Too flammable Tryna spit some of this some of that suck a dick if you have a little practical Advice you wanna give rather have you admit that I'm not another casual Little kid from the 6ix who just raps about the chicks Or the Xans or the cashables Me and quitting? Incompatible Winston Churchill Got a dark mind bright but a pretty bright soul I didn't even know that I could even speak in this tone Reap what you sow if you ain't help me when I'm low Don't come around me when I be grown I really been chosen by what you believe most in The Buddha or Pope Either or both I'm letting you know that whatever road I'm taking to go to where I'm supposed to go is unknown But under control And I ain't gotta catch my breath I'm the professor of this game you ain't passing my test I treat the beat like a pig in science I always dissect Anyone f*ck with Various and they finna die next Shordy got a nice ass but not the right chest Shit I digress Leaf, peach emoji what I text Easy decoding what I meant High sex I get a little into my b-bag Been ballin like my sack Get gone see me rollin like the hi hats I'm like sonic how I rap on all of my tracks Won't f*ck a bitch without a thigh gap Just kiddin I'll tap Man she think I'm her fuckin father she hit me with the "Hi dad" They said I couldn't rap Hold my beer I'll be right back They think cause way that I rap must love to chat too bad not factual Yeah always been kid with a map and a plan Never ask for a hand unimaginable Paragraphs of my past on my iPhone don't do paginal Cause me writing raps on pads is a fire hazard Too flammable Tryna spit some of this some of that suck a dick if you have a little practical Advice you wanna give rather have you admit that I'm not another casual Little kid from the six who just raps about the chicks Or the Xans or the cashables Me and quitting? Incompatible Winston Churchill Look, Catfish ain't nobody that be matching this Bitch name a kid from the 6ix that really can and I'll quit Don't want the smoke but pass the spliff I'm goin hard I might just fap to this My only dream is to clap some twins On the track never the type to be average I'm not Langston Francis but I'm taking advantage Of the chances that I've been given I cannot pass this Try to catch the flow but the flow is too fuckin fast bitch Goddamn cooking heat in the pan Put on my cleats and I be running to the bands I call it euros when I take a trip to France Bitch like chicken well I got a cock in my pants Yeah listen man here's a fan I know this hot But my neck be looking like it's from the arctic land Think I can kinda rap try to keep the bars heavy like Dwayne the Rock And imma leave with a mental scar like a shark attack Get a map I'll get you lost I'm running circles around my city you can see me smoking hella gas Sorry dad, sorry mom Just don't let it get to you cuz you know I got the master plan I'm moving faster than a camera man When he see Selena and Justin fucking in a van Or maybe a fatter man who just lost a ham sandwich Now he running to get one again They think cause way that I rap must love to chat too bad not factual Yeah always been kid with a map and a plan Never ask for a hand unimaginable Paragraphs of my past on my iPhone don't do paginal Cause me writing raps on pads is a fire hazard Too flammable Tryna spit some of this some of that suck a dick if you have a little practical Advice you wanna give rather have you admit that I'm not another casual Little kid from the six who just raps about the chicks Or the Xans or the cashables Me and quitting? Incompatible Winston Churchill