Manic!

You think you know me Uh, yeah How you gon' see me? You like Stevie with them airballs (For real) Let's air it out and let KelTec sing like Aaron Hall (Yeah) Don't need producers, need no writers Need no tech at all (C'mon) But, best believe, you fuck with me There's gon' be TECs involved (Best believe it) Fuck rapping, bitch Extend the clip and get your bitch involved (Yeah) My twisted fantasy only made it to so appalled (Yeah) I'm half 'Pac, half Cher, half Awesomе Kong (Awesome Kong) I tell mysеlf that half a O I smoke won't do me harm But when it do me in, I know that they gon' do me wrong Bullpup, nigga, to find your body they gon' need Logan Paul I'm in the forest with the Kimber, it's my final form (Yes) I still need all my bitches same color as Ricky Starks (Facts) I take them light, I take them dark, but I prefer them bald (Facts) And you get extra points from me if you mentally off Your bitch be taking all these hits Tell her work on her guard (Tell her) Just blame my occupation, bitch, I keep the Kimber warm The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn (Toxic) (It's toxic) (Yeah man, it's real toxic)