[Intro]
(It's Rory)
[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
I got melancholy dreams out the '06
Walkin' out the store, poppin' pussies, no emotions
If you see the po', tell them pussies they get throat slit
Bustin' through the door, better get they ass in motion
I got melancholy dreams out the '06
Walkin' out the store, poppin' pussies, no emotions
If you see the po', tell them pussies they get throat slit
Bustin' through the door, better get they ass in motion
[Verse 1: YNG Martyr]
I got motion like I'm Isaac Newton, best you not be snoozin'
Tap ya head, we not duck-duck-goosin', lеt that apple bruise 'em
Seein' rеd, like Carti produced it, opposite of losing, I'm ahead
The fuck you doin', stupid? Hatin' in my comments, you a fan
You gon' "Dyson", blow right through you when that doot-doot touch the air
I'll break it down, I know you stupid, probably didn't understand
I said Dyson like you died son, also Dyson as the brand
Blow right through you like a groupie do, they blow you if they fans
You so lonely, only fans you got is fuckin' OnlyFans
Did his boy like Matthew Perry, now he really miss his friends
Ah, hold up wait, bro ain't this you? That's ya place at 652, on ********, the avenue
We caught him slippin', had to hit 'em, had him bitchin', Sailor Moon
I know you miss that boy in heaven, trust me bro, you'll see him soon
(It's Rory)
[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
I got melancholy dreams out the '06
Walkin' out the store, poppin' pussies, no emotions
If you see the po', tell them pussies they get throat slit
Bustin' through the door, better get they ass in motion
I got melancholy dreams out the '06
Walkin' out the store, poppin' pussies, no emotions
If you see the po', tell them pussies they get throat slit
Bustin' through the door, better get they ass in motion
[Verse 1: YNG Martyr]
I got motion like I'm Isaac Newton, best you not be snoozin'
Tap ya head, we not duck-duck-goosin', lеt that apple bruise 'em
Seein' rеd, like Carti produced it, opposite of losing, I'm ahead
The fuck you doin', stupid? Hatin' in my comments, you a fan
You gon' "Dyson", blow right through you when that doot-doot touch the air
I'll break it down, I know you stupid, probably didn't understand
I said Dyson like you died son, also Dyson as the brand
Blow right through you like a groupie do, they blow you if they fans
You so lonely, only fans you got is fuckin' OnlyFans
Did his boy like Matthew Perry, now he really miss his friends
Ah, hold up wait, bro ain't this you? That's ya place at 652, on ********, the avenue
We caught him slippin', had to hit 'em, had him bitchin', Sailor Moon
I know you miss that boy in heaven, trust me bro, you'll see him soon
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