Manchester (feat. U.G.L.Y. Boy Modeling)

I got the Brits on my team like I'm Manchester

Seen on my feet like a cat

Bitch, I land everything when I snap

Imma leave for the heat

And I packed several things that could stall us

The sonics at wack levels

You lack treble, too in tune with the bass hits

Four letters but it's two-and-two in the snake pit

Giving charity, food on the stoop for the late riser

Late hind-vision, needing U.G.L.Y. for the LASIK

I'm so sexy, folk

If looks could kill, they gonna have arrest me, folk

My prayers is fake as GMO vegetables

I'm killing **** like a Travis Scott festival

Man drippy like a gay ****'s testicle

You ain't fly, you a motherfucking spectacle

And that's real

If God give us free, have Jesus take the wheel

Do it like the bottles on ice, man, chill

And you're gonna get your shit attacked

If you be parking near the crib

Who's gonna flip your shit for cash if you're a jargon-fearing bitch?

Post up with the repo, we on Larpentuer and 5th

I hit a shooter up for judgment and a marketer for tips

If you're gonna harken back to basics, get that target off the kid

Clean your plate, tastes like olives and hollow tips

Ain't nobody like a little, we're gonna dish a lotta bit

Y'all reappropriate and remodel and call it honest, bitch

Honest flex

They like the way my face is but stay anonymous

I might keep it basic and take it off the deck

Die if it break, imma put it on your neck

And take it off your head, it's obvious

QRSTUVWX, fuck you mean?

"Look, soupy crying!"

I'm just laughing between the tears

"It must be the Magic Bullet Theory right between his ears!"