Songtexte PARASOCIAL. - qnt

Bitch, I'm pulling your leg

Sending them packs after pack, pack, pack

I got your bitch feeling like that

Made me a beat, I ain't breaking no sweat

Clean my mind, like a laundromat

Tracking your step, Scotty, beam me up! Stat

They doing chit-chat, I'm on a Star Trek

Aye-aye captain! Your ho be moving like that

T-H-O-T: That hoe over there

I got me a new mouse, old one still sit in the lair

Opps be hanging, no chair

Half of these lyrics be cap, so what the fuck is another pair

Have vibe, tryna hop out in the air

I'ma build me an army, D.A Sinclair

You ass can't go like this, this rare

I build the production, like this, 156BPM

Look at my teeth, motherfucker, these ain't veneers

Fuckers be feeling my presence, they jump out the rear

I swerve the RAV in the corner, the coroner be ready for them

Hop out the four door, I keep some shit in my denim

My name is iron, I'm an artist, motherfucker, I'm Myron

Get that hoe out of here, I ain't say I'm sorry

I'm dripped out in Italy, my wrist be retarded

Off-White my tee and my tea ain't from China

I eat at fine dining, no bitch-ass diners

I'm the owner, you motherfuckers be miners

Everywhere I go I create Mordor

They be like "You still there", I'm like for sure

Leaving the building, I need no closure

What's your relation, bitch, parasocial

They just be stalking my socials

Out purely envious notions

I cause them heavy emotions

How much drip I got? An ocean

I can't be with the fuckass bots

I need less exposure

Italian drip, I got it, for sure

When they ask how I feel about it, I say "So-so"

And I know that the bitches love Sosa, they can't the sauce though

Goofy fuckers, think they hot sauce, you ain't them, hoes

3 movements for life, this y'all GOAT, bro?

If I try, I beat the shit out of 'em in the dojo