Текст песни idk - Ez Mil

I like bells, bro
Bro, Daenerys snapped on everyone
Gave no fucks, I'ma do that to this beat though
And what the fuck is up like with this Snapchat filter everyone's usin' like
Everybody tryna be chicks now, swear if I use that shit
I'll be like the prettiest guy ever, no cap

Yo, uh, if your tea's gone cold, and you're wondering why (yeah)
Better stand in line 'cause Lee's fans are cryin'
Like these dandelions, they tears fanned and flyin'
With fear grabbin' Iron Man
So, Marvel over the way I diss, dis-R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Bone crushin', a rib when I drive a stake
Through the heart of a busted body kit (vroom, vroom!)
Of a rusted dodge and drift that muscle modded shit
So fuck it while we get rect like R-E-C-T mobile

'Cause all of you phony bitches is wack
It's disgusting, really? But I'd fuck an optimist
Prime slut androgynouswhine 'cause I'm poppin' this
Rhyme like it's bottled with time, fuck it's clockin' at
Nine, ten, I'm rockin', hoggin' docile
Bitches 'til they cream when they see that
Icy shit bitch, look, I see shit that you don't mo'fucker
Finna light three clips through yo' dome mo'fucker
On my Spike Lee shit, I Malcolm mo'fuckers
Betta flight, flee, dip if you alone mo'fucker

Don't test me, rappin' this to make it though I never find cake, uh
I've been missed through ages, so I severed ties late, yah
I'm in situations lookin' very dark, ay, uh
I mean, shit, you Asians good at every darn thang
Said, my privileged peers in frivolous years
Shit was horrible whenever I would think about it

I was shiftin' my gears while drippin' in tears
And look at my heart if it's sore, it'll be fine if I put tape around it, uh
Rolled around like a cardiac filmstrip
Off with her clothing, like, where is the party at?
We'll skip jaggedy edges and stab that Tekashi rat, killed snitch
Failed the rebellion like he was with Pontiac, real shit

Yeah, me and slashy, two of us is my squa' deck 'em
'Til they screwed up, I'll be on my Illy mode
Really though? Philly Bo, chapel white in city shows
Sicky mode, Billy Bo baggin' up a silly ho
I be really feelin' dirty as shit
Clean a round up ten plus 30 a clip, served in a tip
I just need a bitch that I can fuck while she workin' her shift
She up the clock, but she also down to slurpin' this dick (goddamn)

I just wanna make a couple mil' and get some pussy in the process
Wi-without a fuckin' deal, I don't fuck with puppeteers
I will grab a gun and kill, pah-pah-pah, right to your legacy
You know it's somethin' real and I
I'll be smooth with it at the same time
Get it jiggy with the flow while spittin' on the same rhyme
And the ladies, yeah, they love it 'cause they know that they mine
And you pussy motherfuckers stayin' on my hate line

Who the hell?
Hello?
Oh, it's you, hater number five, how you doin', baby?
Really?
Oh, is that it?
Oh, so you came by just to say my song sucks?
And you hate the way I mix 'em too, aww, shocks
Ayy, I'm sorry to stop you, I gotta go
I'm on a mission

Killin' abominations that would dick babies (pedo)
And gamble on they game to trick ladies (Reno)
Bad or Slim, I know that it's Satan (evil)
Think you spittin'? Hoe, you're mistaken (we know)
Ask a pig what kinda cake he bakin' (delicious)
Articles on me that think I'm fakin' (ficticious)
Claim you bangin' but when you get taken? (Snitches)
Fuck with me, but on the 'gram, you hatin'? (Y'all bitches)

Drake!
Ginamit ko 'yung flow mo sa "Forever"
Okay lang naman yata, 'di ba?
Wala namang problema, 'no?
Uh, I don't know, ask yo' Filipino homies to like
Translate this shit for you, uh
I mean yeah, you got feh-, like fuckin'
Manny Pacquiao thing goin' on for you
You impersonated him
You got some Filipino homies
Yeah, bye