"analysts" lyrics

(Lose, L-L-L-)
(You loser)

Hoes on my dick
Hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Peter Griffin
Got the pole on me, nigga, hell nah, I ain't missing
I can't fathom it, all this purple, Trip Dixon
Run up on these niggas, and they running, straight bitch, man
Uh, uh
Glost up in the party, pop a bean, straight glitched man
Party off the loud, niggas straight glitching
And shout out to my bitch too
Run up in the party, oh yeah, you getting hit too
Run up in this bitch, yeah, Glocky wit' my pistol
I don't give a fuck, bitch, hell nah, I won't miss you

Huh, shoutout Hannah, bitch, help me with my hand, bitch
In the trap, bitch, you know I'm smoking cannabis
These niggas watching me, man, they swear they analysts
Snakes in the grass, you can hear 'em rattling
These bitches shaking ass, the way they move, I can't fathom it
Get up out the streets, boy, you can't handle it
Get the front door, pussy nigga, let 'em in
I'ma smack this nigga if he don't let 'em in
Pull up on a nigga