Glowing On 47th

[Intro]
C-c-Curly Fry on tha' beat

[Verse]
Shoutout to my haters 'cause I know you fuckin' hearin' this
What's my next move? Know that shit is so mysterious
We don't make beef, motherfucker, we is searin' it
Snap on the track, then I snap your fuckin' humerus
Sayin' I can't rap, fuck, boy, is you serious?
I be sippin' shit, makes my skinny-ass delirious
I say I'm the best, now the bitch is fuckin' curious
Fuck her then I block her number and she fuckin' furious
My bars can't be slow as shit, I'm up next and y'all notice it
This chance, I can't be blowin' it, you mad? Then fuckin' throw a fit
Towing shit, I tote a brick, maulin' tracks, I'm mowin' shit
The bar, y'all fuckin' lowered it, I'm here to up the pole, this is
My freestylе fire, when I rap - you all inspired
Kill thе shit like Michael Myers, say you up, you just a liar
I'll be dead 'fore I retire, bitches flat like punctured tires
Play with her heart like a lyre, this my time, your time expired
I got money from maliciousness, stand out, I'm conspicuous
Oh this shit is hard, freestyles, bruh, I'm ripping it
Syrup mixed with Lipton, got a bitch like London Tipton
She said "only put the tip in" then the rest is fuckin' history
Now these boys think they compete
When I'm the dog that's off the leash
I break her walls, but she don't bleed
And when I spit, I'm a machine
I started this shit for my homies
Now I'm rappin' out my dome piece
She said that I killed her slowly
Haha, bitch, you fuckin' lonely, hoe