The One
They call me one take Tina, (The One!)

Flow stay nasty n the beat stay cleaner

Getting paid for a verse my rhymes running up the meter

Got a bat in my bag betta pray you never meet her, she hit like Katrina (uh)

Hurricane T its hurricane She

Brought the storm from da sea where da hurricane be

Room be spinning from the loud call that hurricane tree

You got helicopter dick, I got hurricane D

Ain’t no baby in the booth shit

I took two hits, copped a flow n then I merc’d it

The right bit to call no need to do no searchin

But fuck all that lurkin-y’all stay on my dick like you jerkin (umm)

Bitch you see I’m working, unemployed

Mad annoyed coz I still owe my Perkin

Tryna be a rap girl but they all want Birkins

I just wanna see the surgeon n I ain’t sellin sex coz to y’all I’m virgin

Y’all urgin me to rap bout d

But that’s just perjury unless it’s me

When I say surgery, y’all wallets freeze

J drop that currency with urgency g

U not immune getchu Emergen-C

U not immune getchu a vaccine

‘Fore you come round me or imma act mean

Ain’t from this scene but run this scene see?

They the one to be, the one to see, the one of me, the young the free, the one the one the one

The one, the key, the one with tea, the one two three, the young the free, the one the one the one

They the one to be, the one to see, the one of me, the young the free, the one the one the one

The one, the key, the one with tea, the one two three, the young the free, the one the one the one

Told em,

Told em, I’m forreal with this rap shit

Told em, all the others they on cap shit

Told em,

If I Tweet
If I speak, they'll talk about me for two weeks (lord chile)

These bitches weak, tweetin slick don't make me break ya beak (cheep cheep)

Bruh don't tweak, you finna getcho ass beat

While I shake mine to critique, call that turn the other cheek

Turn the other cheek, (turn it out) hoes is really weak, (over clout?)

N if I speak, imma knock yo ass into next week (choosin silence)

Don't forget that on sight means I keep it brief (choosin violence)

No words, all that talk, I'll punch you in yo teeth (she a dentist)

Y'all online writing checks yo hands can't cash (I'm da teller)

Irl run that mouth if you can beat my ass (who gone tell her?)

But I'll smoke these bitches erryday just like the gas (light em up)

Keep up baby I ain't Quay, but this doll finna Dash (NEYOOOOM)

If I speak, they'll talk about me for two weeks

These bitches weak, tweetin slick don't make me break ya beak

Bruh don't tweak, you finna getcho ass beat

While I shake mine to critique, call that turn the other cheek

This my anti-discourse era coz some conversations ain't for apps
Talk that talk for clout but exposure gone wear you out
Fuck a dogpile, I'm locking my account.