Lean Beef Patty

First off, fuck Elon Musk, eight thousand months, bitch that's expensive.

For the hoes in the back and the crack in the slack, my tweet has been leaked and I meant it.

I don't read the chat 'cause I got no respect and these niggas bite on me like a dentist.

Said he all about this piss, so he heard some shit, man get offended. This ain't what you want. No this ain't what you want.

Uh, fuck y'all niggas, I feel like Papa John. Rap straight to the bank, I'm Tony Carr.

And they hate what I say, 'cause I ain't wrong.

Fuck out of rappin' this bitch, they callin' me rap nigga bitch you know it.

I wanna bang my bitch, that pussy gettin' fitted like Mitch she know it.

These niggas be texting with kids, the textin' get stranger than this, that's ho shit.

Fuck 'em all, I don't fuck with you niggas like Donald Fogle. Wait.

I am me, red eyes from the shot I repeat.

While you stretchin' and tweetin' your tweets, I been stretchin' your girl, iron sheets. What's the deets?

In the crypt you can slumber for weeks. Watch your energy, watch what you tweet. You can go from

Elon to Ye in a week. I love myself but they hate on the guy.

Fly guy, but can't take no flights. So get in the way, boy the bag get slaught.

Actin' as if I sing 'bout hoes. Behind the scenes on that backroom flow.

Smokin' on that dope, kickin' door.

No soul like the cowboy, kick on y'all. Come with blades, you won't make one lick.

Got a lot here to tell the kids. In your head, I'm a rap freak.

See if you stop thinkin' 'bout me. Suck, travel up like the man up chain. Go 'head girl, do your thing.

So what's up with that bust down? Spittin' fast like bus stop.

Feel like I need that crush up.

Feel like I love y'all.