CUTIE PIE! - JPEGMAFIA

Triggers bustin', niggas duckin', I got the right clip

Good manners or the damage, a nigga might tip

I drive the boat for the passengers

This a Kodak moment, a nigga might drift

I work smarter not harder, this is a life tip

Can’t get your show on the road, niggas need a pilot (Uh)

You niggas trash still slavin' away on Sylenth

Matter of fact you slaves no matter who niggas sign with (Uh)

Lemme look at your deal, 21 Savage

To these Milli Vanilli ass niggas

Don’t even own what they rhymin' (Facts)

I can’t take this livin' all alone, I’m Phyllis Hyman

Billie Eilish got four GRAMMYs, it’s frightenin'

Slick old nigga, I’m Peabo Bryson

Flows be so-so, you off key

Rappin' like it’s '04, wrote this in Red Monkeys

Uh

Steady hand Peggy, my production is a diamond

Precision, execution, and timin', slick rhymin'

Pick up the pattern, tackle melodies like a lineman (Huh)

Rappin' offsides, throw the flag when you fine him

Up in your turf with a bomb and a plan

Flowin' in enemy territory, I feel like Walt White

Teach you niggas how to get busy on USB mics

Rappin' like Schoolly D and dressing like Magnum P. I

She need a tip drill, Peggy been uncut since E. I

All these amateurs, they can’t keep up with my stamina (Nope)

Ebony, wrong category

You ain’t built for what you backin' up

Make your bitch back it up

All these weird beats, you commentin' while I’m stackin' up

Gots to find new wave, these niggas stay attackin' us

Feel like a Titan when I’m strappin' up, my flow a bachelor

Get to fuckin' on the back of her and get attached to her

Pistol pokin', I look after her, your beats inaccurate

Muddy low end and you over-compressin'

'Cause you don’t know what you doin', so you be stackin' it

Don’t know the diff' so they just hold and attack it

You impassionate, ungrateful

Mince meat, don’t mince words, bitch, I hate you

Thinkin' about what I’ma do and how I’ma do it when I face you

Oh, man, stupid