The Gag Is

The Gag Is Lyrics

[Intro]
“Can we all just get along man?”
Sike!

[Verse 1]
I said what the f**k I said and I don’t give a f**k about who like it
f**k around call this hoe a joke, cause every time I see her she bittin’
I should hit her with a copyright, smack her in the face Mike Tyson
b**ch done drove down the wrong road, but I’m praying that you got license

[Verse 2]
This is your f**king hearse
I’m on straight business I’d tuck ya shirt
This ain’t what I thought you meant when you slide in my DM like “Can I get a f**king verse?”
And I keep receipts
You soft inside like a reese’s pieces and we can’t link causе you’re EBT
Chopp a sleeper b**ch, pick a nap song, like b**ch I don’t likе Peter P’s

[Verse 3]
Stealing off b**ches, like yeah I stole it (damn)
This is it, give me my f**king roses (damn)
Dry ass pussy, get f**ked with lotion
I cough on this b**ch, hope I give her Covid (ye-ye)
Beating me when it come to jokes, uh-huh
But when it comes to rap, no way
b**ch I’m whole motherf**king Royles Royce sitting next to Suki Hyundai (damn)
Oh, you got three kids?
All them b**ches dead (blap-blap-blap)
Through their head
Now bury them in your loose pussy, cause them funerals cost too much bread
Don’t be talking on our black kings, like if you’re broke you can’t get no butt
b**ch you got a whole man, but got an OnlyFans
b**ch that don’t add up
I’m like “Mirror, Mirror on the wall” what the f**k is this, this gotta be a joke
How you wanna be me so f**king bad
But you can’t f**king deepthroat (schlp)
I saw a video up on OnlyFans I’m like “Hold the f**k up”
This ain’t what Rihanna meant when she said “Throw it up, throw it up”

[Hook]
f**king broke ass b**ch, joke ass b**ch
Can’t take no dick in her throat ass b**ch
Lost hope ass b**ch, get the rope ass b**ch
She sent a track then I turn it up to a nope ass b**ch

[Verse 4]
Man, I wish I coulda saw your face when you ain’t get the song back, that’s amusing (hell no)
Told her ass she gon’ wait longer than Rihanna dropping new music
It’s confusing, got your ass done and it’s lopsided on the upper parts
b**ch, when you get your ass done it’s supposed to poke out like a question mark? (stupid)
But I still can’t feel it, I’m so f**king realer
Don’t need lip fillers, you need Quentin Miller
She already dead, but I didn’t mean to kill her
Moonwalk on her grave and I oops, that’s thriller
Catch your ass up in person like “Didn’t you speak on my mother?”
Then I’ma p**s on ya three kids (psssssssss) and I’ma make you hold the umbrella

[Verse 5]
So you should f**king hide ‘fore I get some round spinners (boom boom boom)
I know I p**sed you off but you don’t wanna drown in it
The way I f**king ate this now my gown ain’t fitting
Put the Glock down her throat
Sukihana found b**chin’
RIP Nip (woo!), boo it like a crip (woo!)
Kylie Jenner ass b**ch, only known for the lips
You a pussy with no grip (ah!)
I’ma pull up let it rip (damn!)
Turn this b**ch to Rolling Ray, choppa knock her out her hips

[Verse 6]
Don’t wanna no smoke with me
This for the older G’s
This is the Migos verse Jodeci
This is a free throw with Polo G
I put your soul in another solar-y
They know I beat ass so they holding me
b**ch I stay armed like deodorant
I know I live in your head rent free but that’s a 14 day notary

[Outro]
Stupid b**ch