Lookin’, lookin’, lookin’, lookin’
RiceGum, yeah
RiceGum, yeah
RiceGum, yeah
If you don’t know the story, I’m here to tell ya
Taylor tried to shut my YouTube down, he was jealous
Boy, you need to keep your shirt on, got nothing to flex
How long do it take for food to travel down your neck?
Went from Vines to trynna rap
You should probably go back
Bought a lambo, you coulda paid your songs to not be trash
Looking for your talent, couldn’t find it with a map
Or boots, I’m still looking, Dora, where is it at?
You said you would be there waiting to give me six jabs
Well, I showed up and you didn’t
I was wondering where you at
Couldn’t buy a plane ticket, spent your money on a car
Your career is kinda fishy and you look like a shark
If you try to diss me, that’s gon’ be a misplay
How you 20 but all your fans are in the fifth grade?
And unlike your music, yeah, my disses been flames
Taking pictures with your shirt off
Showing off your ribcage
Yeah, you need to eat more, man, how often are you eating?
How you only 20 and your hairline is receding?
Why you hating on gays?
Is it cause you’re gay yourself?
Just the way you look at Jacob
Man, I really couldn’t tell
Yeah, I really couldn’t tell
Are you gay yourself?
Cause I really couldn’t tell
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