Honest
[Chorus]
Honestly I don’t know why you people start
Swerving in my lane like you got half my heart (Skr Skr)
You should just stay home cuz I really thought you was smart (Ay!)
But you out here capping so where can I start?
I don’t got no shooters even though my songs may say I do (Boh Boh!)
I don’t got no thotties all the girls saying later dude (Peace out!)
I ain’t really worried though cuz they’ll come back when paper’s due
They gon’ be begging for a steak and a table too (Ay!)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, you want some of this bread now sick (Sick!)
I knew you’d come back for these Travis Scott kicks
Soon when I’m rich and you’re laying bricks
I might cop you Wendy’s even though I’m making six (Okay)
Or seven, maybe eight, God knows where I’ll be
I worked hard for my paper God knows it ain’t free (Yuh!)
Making beats, wearing diapers, I was trapping at three
And I got a car that’s loud, might win a Grand Prix (Vroom Vroom!)

[Verse 2]
I knew you’d come back for the Louis V purse, babe
Even when you doubted me, you said I’d never escape (No, No!)
Now you talking good about me, then you were the worst babe (Ay!)
Now you coming back, don’t act like you the first babe (Yeah!)
High School, you didn’t even talk to me
Now you coming back, cuz you’re hearing bout my artistry (Okay!)
Didn’t play varsity so logically you mocking me
Ironically, I’m making bread, but honestly, I’m constantly
Ay, gotchu jumping like this bass
I’m rapping too fast for you
You should up the pace (okay)
This is what you get when you laugh up in my face
Sorry bro wish I could help but I’m not one for grace (Ay!)
Like the bass we on the up and up
Now she just want a little love
I don’t give that girl anything just call her life a little tough (Skr!)
That’s messed up, like my teeth, but one day I’ll put gold on em
That’s facts (that’s facts! Ay!)
[Chorus]
Honestly I don’t know why you people start (Huh!)
Swerving in my lane like you got half my heart (Skr Skr)
You should just stay home cuz I really thought you was smart
But you out here capping so where can I start? (Where Where?)
I don’t got no shooters even though my songs may say I do
I don’t got no thotties all the girls saying later dude (Peace out!)
I ain’t really worried though cuz they’ll come back when paper’s due
They gon’ be begging for a steak and a table too (Ay!)

[Post Chorus]
I was trapping at three
I was trapping at three
I was, I was, I was trapping at three
I was trapping at three
I was trapping at three (Ay Ay Ay Ay!)
I was trapping at three
I was trapping at three
I was Trapping, I was, I was
I was trapping at three
I was trapping at three
I was, I was, I was trapping at three (Ha!)

[Outro]
Ay, Ay
I mean like honestly, I dunno, why you people even start
To be honest with you
Yeah I feel you
Cuz with beats like this, like, y’all should honestly just give up
And these rappers is trash
To be honest
Just like stop rapping
Aight peace out