"PFAS" lyrics
PFAS
Is it me?
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS
[?] people that lost, put your light up
Uh, bitch, I'm a firecracker, get it lit right up (Yuh)
I can't be wastin' my time with you, I'm way too tied up (Yeah)
Uh, me and my brothers been eatin' so good, you can see it in my blood
Huh, and no, I can't fuck with skinny bitches, yeah, my girl need a big butt
Yeah, she look like a chipmunk, goin' squirrel on the date for a big nut
Yeah, I'm callin' my Backwood Big Bang theory, how it got me geeked up
Yeah, I'm callin' my Backwood [?], how it put me to sleep, bruh
Yeah, I'm waitin' the pros and cons, she say 'cause I'm a Lebra
And if I see too many cons, I get up at one, I gotta leave her
Uh, I never see it unless she got wood in her mouth, shawty a beaver
Uh, I been exfoliatin', don't approach me, bitch, you look like a PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS (Uh)
Talkin' that shit, you get cut up, I'm makin' motherfucker look like a zebra
[?] on my body, they callin' me sick, me gettin' hot like a fever
I lay the foundation for motherfuckers tryna rap, spittin' that rebar
You never gonna make it in music, you act like you stupid and look like a retard
You look like you need a Viagra, you spendin' all of yo time tryna be hard
Yeah, you tryna be on shit like fly, lookin' for fly, bitch, we are
She sittin' beside me playin' with my hair like she was strummin' the guitar
I touch her one time and she open up for me, I think I'm a hotel keycard
Yeah, I'm smokin' that humble telescope pack, it really makin' me see stars
I know you suckin' dick, I see a hole in your jeans where both of your knees are
Uh, lil' shawty Lebanese, I got her to say to my phone it's Mia Khalifa
Uh, she walkin' 'round with that cake, get in my birthday, but I might need a PFAS
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS
Made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is for—forever made of PFAS
Made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is f—f—f— made of—made of—
Is it me?
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS
[?] people that lost, put your light up
Uh, bitch, I'm a firecracker, get it lit right up (Yuh)
I can't be wastin' my time with you, I'm way too tied up (Yeah)
Uh, me and my brothers been eatin' so good, you can see it in my blood
Huh, and no, I can't fuck with skinny bitches, yeah, my girl need a big butt
Yeah, she look like a chipmunk, goin' squirrel on the date for a big nut
Yeah, I'm callin' my Backwood Big Bang theory, how it got me geeked up
Yeah, I'm callin' my Backwood [?], how it put me to sleep, bruh
Yeah, I'm waitin' the pros and cons, she say 'cause I'm a Lebra
And if I see too many cons, I get up at one, I gotta leave her
Uh, I never see it unless she got wood in her mouth, shawty a beaver
Uh, I been exfoliatin', don't approach me, bitch, you look like a PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS (Uh)
Talkin' that shit, you get cut up, I'm makin' motherfucker look like a zebra
[?] on my body, they callin' me sick, me gettin' hot like a fever
I lay the foundation for motherfuckers tryna rap, spittin' that rebar
You never gonna make it in music, you act like you stupid and look like a retard
You look like you need a Viagra, you spendin' all of yo time tryna be hard
Yeah, you tryna be on shit like fly, lookin' for fly, bitch, we are
She sittin' beside me playin' with my hair like she was strummin' the guitar
I touch her one time and she open up for me, I think I'm a hotel keycard
Yeah, I'm smokin' that humble telescope pack, it really makin' me see stars
I know you suckin' dick, I see a hole in your jeans where both of your knees are
Uh, lil' shawty Lebanese, I got her to say to my phone it's Mia Khalifa
Uh, she walkin' 'round with that cake, get in my birthday, but I might need a PFAS
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is forever stuck in your head like it's made of—made of PFAS
Made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is for—forever made of PFAS
Made of PFAS (Uh)
The music I make is f—f—f— made of—made of—
