MODALERT

[Intro]
My nigga Deltah in them pots!
I'm DaVinci hoe!

[Chorus]
Don’t think you can ever take a xan on me, I’m cocaine in the pot
Half you motherfuckers fans of me, whether you know or not
Ain’t no stopping what I plan to be, it's already on lock
Why these niggas wan’ be friends with me? They leach off what I got
Your best friend, I bet they stanning me, but brush me like opp
Niggas still tryna put fans on me, but they ain’t got no Glocks
Nigga, wake up!
Sleep on energy like me, bitch, I think not
Nigga, wake up!
Sleep on energy like this, bitch, I think not

[Verse]
Alone at the bottom I’m plottin
I’m scratching my noggin I’m clogged how I’m making profit
Overlooked, not making progress at all from my projects and still niggas ask when I’m dropping shit?
Pitching a fever again
Not at all stating falseness just properly calling my dominance
There ain’t a damn soul, that you gave clout to that can out rap, outlast, or even want a problem with me
I'll bust boy, no diner
See numbers, and they all blind ya
Known to get cheesy with craft, time to time
When I drop shit, they still can’t top, like a Blac Chyna
Please rewind me, I need reminding
Why you reach for heat then wanna cease the fire
Stan cloned Yaks, Youngboys, and fake trappers
God knows that I plan on snatching teeth with pliers
Niggas screwed me over, so I popped like cork slips
Still want beef, but ain’t gon leave they porches
I ain’t worried bout the fuck thang, a real dog
They pussy, they anthropomorphic
I reach and pour bleach on your spot
A sinister thug, with emo approach that don’t stop
And if ever I flop, I’ma pop at fake rockers
Don’t tweak with V, I’ll put two Zs at your top
Bitch, I done everything, alternate, ignorance, rock, then lyricals, mumbling, still I ain’t pop?
I might pull the strap on some Domo shit, blow this bitch Blending the niggas that’s stitched to my spot
I’m too hype not to damage shit
Short stack, Calamitous
Heart attack like slipping crack in your cannabis
I’m not a fan of this jacking, non slacking, just practice so my profits arch like my planner did

[Chorus]
Don’t think you can ever take a xan on me, I’m cocaine in the pot
Half you motherfuckers fans of me, whether you know or not
Ain’t no stopping what I plan to be, it's already on lock
Why these niggas wan’ be friends with me? They leach off what I got
Your best friend, I bet they stanning me, but brush me like opp
Niggas still tryna put fans on me, but they ain’t got no Glocks
Nigga, wake up!
Sleep on energy like me, bitch, I think not
Nigga, wake up!
Sleep on energy like this, bitch, I think not, Modalert

[Outro: LP Rambo]
This a random-ass interlude I just sent to your phone
On folks bro, these niggas need t-when I be seeing niggas be trying Dorien, bro, that shit be so like annoying because, bro like, *laughs*, the fuck wrong with niggas, folk? But, aye man, like, that's why you gotta do shit like this to niggas, you gotta just dumb down to their category and just fuck 'em up on that shit, boy
That's what you should do, on folks, I know that shit. Ah shit, damn, on Dave, I'm ready for that shit. I'm fucking ready for that shit