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Annotated Lyrics / Works Cited

Ayy

I could never see somebody be a Drake stan,
Your verses and hooks were put right in your hand,
Canucky lil’ goof hyping gamblin’ on the ‘gram,
I’m outraged cos those are your muhfuckin’ fans

You’re the pop idol they depend on,
Exact age of your fans? It’s a kid zone
You won’t ever make no change off of them,
How you go and sell your soul like a god damn ding dong?

You’re a spark, I’m the light, Drizzy what’s up?
I know my voice making waves, made you look up
X told you baby, focus here, I ain’t no Pusha
Cos stop, Drizzy. Stop texting kiddies, you’re a grown up.

Huhhhh

Caught playing with your dick, texting Millie shit,
Kissed a seventeen year old right up on the lips
Stepped back and told her she was looking thick
The way you robbing cradles would’ve made Epstein lit

You better leave those girls alone my dude, I sigh in pity,
Moonlight beat a curse, have you rolling like Jimmy
Milly Bobby wasn’t even fifteeeeeeeeen,
Dog gotta stop — you better stop texting kiddies

This weak white clown,
You don’t write your own rhymes, Quentin got you typed out,
Yachty got you typed out, Cobain got you typed out,
Like your label, boy, you over owe us right now,
And you gon’ feel the cash money drying up now,
You’re at the bottom of the ocean, so you might drown
Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to dive down
Big difference ‘tween wise men and hell hounds

Who the heck is this Ca-nadi-an, buddy?
What they print out for you? Another one, buddy
Get more love for the tracks you ain’t wrote, buddy
Drizzy shut your hoe ass up and fix your nose, buddy

Yeah, you the Six Fraud, you’re the scam runner,
Y’all lil’ girl locked away for a whole summer,
Claim the chick and put her on your song, dummy,
And now she out, you got her drippin’ like her nose runny

Flash forward Jahseh passed, you out here tippin’
Stuff you said, know it wasn’t coincidence,
You’re upset? Man, pity pity pity
Spent it on his head, boy it’s sticky, boy it’s sticky

It’s a gripping tale, mob tied, position held,
You just made the call, pressed the button like a ticket sale
Growing proud, rage from some tweets, smith and wesson shells,
Things’ll probably change your DMs hit the Daily Mail
Murder wishes, man don’t try and go dismiss it
I’ll be pointing every single claim out, you you did it, ayy
Why be flexin' hard like acquit me?
C’mon dog, your goof maple-syrup ass better flippin’

Ayy, better stop texting kiddies, ayy
Stop texting kiddies, stop texting kiddies, ayy
Guy really out here chalkin’ outlines like he did it,
Friend really got me out here rappin’ like a legend

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This is a work of Satire & Parody of the Ongoing Rap Beef of Kendrick, Drake, Ye, Rick Ross, etc. These are jokes based on rumors, facts, and opinions shared by prominent hip hop steamers—not credible allegations. Please don't hurt me :)