"Chase's Getty" lyrics
Yeah, I mean, this was my little revenge
From the McDonald's on top the wigwam
I'm gonna have to run an ad here mid-song
Selling jars to these kids' moms
She just converted to Spizlam
The world was ending couldn't help but notice
Mirra Andreeva, first round, Australian Open
Me, doom-scrolling in the dark
Hope I come across the bodies of the people who in charge
Banana Backwoods from Chase's Getty
Thirty gram protein drink from Chase's Getty
It's not a Getty no more, even in Chase's Getty
Some other oil company taking my pretty penny
"Number One Crush" was playing
She's taking off the Patriots
You're looking at me like you're trying to be a matriarch
I'm looking at you like we both should start a Only
It's dope, go tell your homie
Suppose LeBron, Michael, and Kobe
You better load up that clip in the Second Amendment
It's class war and they're taking attendance
Mr. Bagel at the table made with bacon and chives
Backstage at my show I did the label design
I've been taking control, you've been taking your time
Is it my fault or yours? You suck, make up your mind
I was built for this at the factory
I'm all of that plus a couple apps from Applebee's
A selfie of me, my entire staff and faculty
I'll have to get back to you
She crushed me in the US Open when I had my best outfit ever
I was so disappointed
I was so mad
It was behind your back
Revenge is competitive, you guys
This season on What The Fuck
We're all broken, give me dopamine and other drugs
Get your body bags here and save a couple bucks
When our circles get wrapped like Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
She said I'm a legend and I don't blame her
Cannibal told her mans that I'm goat flavored
They told me that I won't make it
Twenty years later, I'm still seven people's most favorite
You guys get worked up, you bros are soft
Broken Raw started cooking up my dopest plot
To rip the whole US Open like Coco Gauff
And magneto the Glocks off the local cops
Panera's ready, it says R. Peters
Bar spitter, hard driver, hard hitters
Move merch with card reader
We're holding Bruce Wayne for ransom
Sell his mansion on Zillow, gave mills out to some randoms
Sposed weathered old Joe Kupo
Since 2002 votes with two bros on loop road
Trying to poke some new holes in coke cans to do dope
Fuse that in my music, you could be Spose where you go
Best man on the fed red flag list
Give me all the 31 year old tatted bad bitches
From the McDonald's on top the wigwam
I'm gonna have to run an ad here mid-song
Selling jars to these kids' moms
She just converted to Spizlam
The world was ending couldn't help but notice
Mirra Andreeva, first round, Australian Open
Me, doom-scrolling in the dark
Hope I come across the bodies of the people who in charge
Banana Backwoods from Chase's Getty
Thirty gram protein drink from Chase's Getty
It's not a Getty no more, even in Chase's Getty
Some other oil company taking my pretty penny
"Number One Crush" was playing
She's taking off the Patriots
You're looking at me like you're trying to be a matriarch
I'm looking at you like we both should start a Only
It's dope, go tell your homie
Suppose LeBron, Michael, and Kobe
You better load up that clip in the Second Amendment
It's class war and they're taking attendance
Mr. Bagel at the table made with bacon and chives
Backstage at my show I did the label design
I've been taking control, you've been taking your time
Is it my fault or yours? You suck, make up your mind
I was built for this at the factory
I'm all of that plus a couple apps from Applebee's
A selfie of me, my entire staff and faculty
I'll have to get back to you
She crushed me in the US Open when I had my best outfit ever
I was so disappointed
I was so mad
It was behind your back
Revenge is competitive, you guys
This season on What The Fuck
We're all broken, give me dopamine and other drugs
Get your body bags here and save a couple bucks
When our circles get wrapped like Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
She said I'm a legend and I don't blame her
Cannibal told her mans that I'm goat flavored
They told me that I won't make it
Twenty years later, I'm still seven people's most favorite
You guys get worked up, you bros are soft
Broken Raw started cooking up my dopest plot
To rip the whole US Open like Coco Gauff
And magneto the Glocks off the local cops
Panera's ready, it says R. Peters
Bar spitter, hard driver, hard hitters
Move merch with card reader
We're holding Bruce Wayne for ransom
Sell his mansion on Zillow, gave mills out to some randoms
Sposed weathered old Joe Kupo
Since 2002 votes with two bros on loop road
Trying to poke some new holes in coke cans to do dope
Fuse that in my music, you could be Spose where you go
Best man on the fed red flag list
Give me all the 31 year old tatted bad bitches
