MIATA ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (part. El Malilla)

Na-na, na-na-na, na-na

Yeah, top five rappers with bad eyesight, word
All their good vibes are a lie, word
You’re a loser, you’re a nerd, ha

Hey, yeah, top five rappers with degrees, word
To sign my name, I feel like Sergio Ramos, word
If you don’t like me, then let’s throw down
(For real, set a date and time, dude)
(Tell me where and when, and we’ll throw punches)

Listening to your playlist, lying in my bed
I thought about you, like, all morning
Thinking about your little waist, your cute face
So pretty, so pretty

Big money, big moves, look where I’m at, hoe
Big money, big moves, look where I’m at
B-b-b-big money, big moves, look where I’m at, hoe
Donuts in the park, dog, I’m burning rubber

I turned 26 and just felt younger
I leave the party when my songs come on
I don’t just compete, I compare myself to Beethoven
How do you have the new iPhone, but it’s out of storage?

Master’s in shutting mouths when they provoke
It’s not a good fit if your mom doesn’t question it
I don’t know what I hate more when I go shopping
That they ask for photos or that they don’t recognize me

Listening to your playlist, lying in my bed
I thought about you, like, all morning
Thinking about your little waist, your cute face
So pretty, so pretty

Big money, big moves, look where I’m at, hoe
Big money, big moves, look where I’m at
B-b-b-big money, big moves, look where I’m at, hoe
Donuts in the park, dog, I’m burning rubber

M-A-L-I (up, up, up, up, up, up, up)
Brr, yeah-yeah
Your thug, baby

Hey, top five rappers who are gonna suck me off
I’ve got their girls and I don’t want them for shit, nah
They’re not Lady Gaga, I’m the real popstar
At night a rockstar, the baby of the moms

I’m heading to their city, I’m a real rockstar
I’m not Niño Polla, dude, I’m the shit
I don’t ask for favors because they come with a price
There’s no competition, dude, I’m the GOAT

The GOAT
The GOAT
Brrr (ha, ha)
The GOAT

Do you think about me?