PLEAKLEY lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, f*ck you, you ain't sh*t

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Your b*tch got one eye
I nutted the other one shut, she
Look like Pleakley
Closer to death like weakly
Happiness comes so briefly
Ending completely
I might unload my children
Outta the school bus
Into the building
I am a teacher, I'm on that ass
I give her D but she still gonna pass my class
Pickin' up points, pickin' up habits
Jump on my di*k like she a rabbit
Then when I had it
Shoot up a backend
I got a lack on my sack [?]
[?]
She acting high but I ain't put on [?]
[?]
Why you attacking me?
You ain't distracting my focus
b*tch all this hocus
Drawn with the logos
All of these rappers, producers, unfocused
Everyone front it
How you gon' hit me up [?]ing 20k follows and posts?
[?]
I don't give one f*ck about all the polls
[?]
Hiding your flaws
[?]
I ain't afraid what I spoke, spoke
I can't afford to buy coke, coke
That's why I stay making toast, toast
And I hang out with some lows, lows
And I hang out with my bros, bros
You know we f*ckin' the most, cost
She sat me dry like some toast, coast
I'm in her hole like a bagel, uh
She got a hole like a do-nut
And that B broke with some maple, uh
She want that fame, then I won't nut
I got a feel on the table
I got a feeling like "so what?"
[?]
Cannon that pus*y, so ro-bust
Yeah, I be feeling unstable
[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Ayy, b*tch, I am feeling unstable
Hanging myself with a cable, b*tch
Oh my f*cking god, please, stop sh*t now
I don't like sh*t, play around, put your body on the ground
But that sh*t gon' make no sound
f*cking muzzle on my sh*t so I can shoot you through the roof
Through your shoe
When you see me on the street, f*cking drop me, I don't care
f*ck everybody talking like they got it, you ain't got sh*t, no
Carry Glocks, b*tch, woah, let you talk, let you bluff
Motherf*cker, you ain't sh*t, flip your body like a switch
Get you stopping like a glitch, f*ck your team and f*ck your clique
f*ck your clique, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em all
Thirty years and you'll be dead, popping Xanax like they Tic Tacs
f*ck that, I'ma get my homies up
I'ma take my family and my brothers to the Hills, b*tch
Watch me, stop me, f*ck that, you can't stop me
I make all my music 'cause it hurts when I am stopping

[Chorus]
Pop me, b*tch, f*cking drop me (drop me)
Pop me, b*tch, f*cking drop me (drop me)
I said pop me, b*tch, f*cking drop me
I said pop me, b*tch, f*cking drop me
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
[Outro]
Weird flex but okay