Lyrics

Intro: 
You’d think its 06 and its goin down, the way that these goofys stay jockin me/ 
Personal circle only the quality, direct with dislikes so many don’t rock with me/ 
Talking real tough when pussy yo policy. IRL vs net you switch terminology/ 
Shake my hand or whoop my ass, I said what I said they end up blocking me/ 

Chorus: 
Pussy….I said what I said. Eat my dicks your apology/ 
Bitch…I said what I said. Eat my dicks your apology/ 
Dickhead…. I said what I said. Eat my dicks your apology/ 
Dumbass…I said what I said. Eat my dicks your apology/ 

Verse 1: 
All I’m doing is taking these trips./ 
All in Vegas. Vlogging the strip. / 
Hanging wit gang when streaming on Twitch./ 
Laying the foundation. Building with bricks/ 
Racking them in and counting these chips./ 
Aint have to swagger or rizz her with lip/ the fit off the rip is just making her drip/ 
A 10 to my dick and a 1 when she bitch/ 
GOT DAMN!!!!!!!!!/ 
She blowin both my dick and my vibe/ 
Mad I won’t cuff her and make her my bride./
Can’t boil an egg but can boil my pride/ 
Can’t give peace only sex she provides/ 
Can’t give a future only dick I supplied/ 
She pissy her advances are getting denied/ 
My foot in yo ass now take it in stride/ 
(I said what I said, I said what I said) Their hands out. My hands are tied/ 
Left on read is how I replied/ 
Don’t like you. Confirmed not implied/ 
Kobe Summer I’m outside/ 
She said I cooked. I know cause I’m Fried/ 
Loved and trust then people lied/ 
You miss old Low? You killed him inside/

Chorus: 
……I said what I said. Eat my dicks my apology/ 
Bitch…I said what I said. Eat my dicks my apology/ 
Dickhead…. I said what I said. Eat my dicks my apology/ 
A few thats doubtin me some thats proud of me. Some that creep even though they dont follow me/ 
Busting my ass to stay out of poverty/ 
You beef with me, I beef with the economy/ 
None of you niggas is ever an op to me/ 
Opportunity, the only op I see/ 
Sonned you niggas the proof is the mockery/ 
Soulja boy to Homelander fatherly/ 
Geeks are out to book me. It’s odd to see/ 
“He ain’t shit. His story’s mythology”/ 
Yet my DMs they preach camaraderie/ 
Forced connecting and fake generosity/ 
They know I’m a star, they study astrology/ 
kissing of ass, my least favorite comedy/ 
Never a stranger to any animosity/ 
Dove into hell before the democracy/ 
If it bleeds, won’t shake my psychology/ 
Low you crazy, bitch I gotta be/