POCKETS LIKE LIZZO YAUX

[Intro]
You're about to get Yaux'd
​takizava spilled your fucking blood

[Chorus]
Pockets fat, talkin' Lizzo
You ain't get no bitches, nah, you have to fuck a pillow
All you boys my sons, you copy shit, you sound like Ditto
Runnin' over rappers, leave 'em like an armadillo

[Refrain]
Weight up, weight up
Weight up, weight up
Weight up, weight up
Weight up, weight up
Weight, weight, weight (I got murdered on Gore Street and I fucking loved it)
Weight, weight, weight (Trap-a-holics, we're on Gore Street)
Weight, weight, weight (Welcome to Gore Street, watch your fucking back)

[Verse]
Pussy, wait up, get your weight up
Do not say nothin' 'cause you sold out
Gore street fuckin' roll loud, what's up, boss? Let's show out
See your numbers go down while our venue, it gets blown out
Gore street fuckin' roll loud, what's up, boss? Let's show out