COVID KILLED MY IMAGINARY FRIEND
Hop out of the Honda while my lungs filled up with ganja
You be counting up yo dollas while I’m counting up my commas
Got the red dot on his head that boy finna meet Osama
Swear them bullets get to spiking like they last name was Tanaka
Catch them running like a relay got that gas like it was speedway
Bullets fly like Koro-sensei show him on the death cam replay
Ship yo hoe out like it’s eBay now that pussy kinda cliche
Now I’m making hella money. on cloud 9 like I was CJ
Swerving and merging the Beamer, put a beam on a nigga like Vegeta from Frieza
This gun think it’s a singer, shoot clips at these niggas like it was Aaliyah
My bitch bad like she Gina while yo bitch over there looking like Madea
Pop a xan with dirty Dan and wake up with amnesia
Hop out of this Porche, she in Michael Kors
Whip on Hannah Bakker, nigga suicide doors
Beat the back out so much now she looking like Igor
Dripped out in Balenciaga and hop out with Dior