[Lyric] Haha Please Be Kind (KyleYouMadeThat & Justis Bratt)

[Intro: Justis Bratt]
You can clearly tell
[?] is here
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Ha, haha, please be kind
(Kyle, you made that?)

[Chorus: Justis Bratt]
Please get a fan on the beat I'm going in
I’m a killer with the pen so, try me, bitch
Watch Peter Pan, yeah, my drip never end
Getting soggy on these hands, tsunami, bitch
Money in the be crib, got my cash doing flips
All this paper doing tricks, origami, bitch
Killing these hoes, you a zombie, bitch
Got 'em on they toes, flip-floppy, bitch

[Verse 1: Justis Bratt]
Please don't go against me, you won’t like just how that еnds (Uh-huh)
I stay cutting off these niggas, like I'm cropping off dеad ends
Catch me shitting on these bitches, just might cop me some depends
Found a thousand ways to end these hoes, just like Happy Tree Friends
Demolishing the game, call FEMA (Call FEMA)
Blow 'em all away, no creeper (No creeper)
Breaking mad walls, no Beamer (No Beamer)
These hoes birds, call PETA (Call PETA)
Switch my flow just like I'm Willy Smith (Switch)
I'm the goat, the Billie Eilish (Eilish)
Name a hoe that can try me, I wish (I wish)
Free shot throw, like a baller, I swish
[Chorus: Justis Bratt]
Please get a fan on the beat I'm going in
I'm a killer with the pen so, try me, bitch
Watch Peter Pan, yeah, my drip never end
Getting soggy on these hands, tsunami, bitch
Money in the be crib, got my cash doing flips
All this paper doing tricks, origami, bitch
Killing these hoes, you a zombie, bitch
Got 'em on they toes, flip-floppy, bitch

[Verse 2: Justis Bratt]
Thought this shit was over?
I lay over, ain’t no room for breaks
Pop my shit like soda
I spew cola, call that a spit-take
Forced my hand like Yoda
Revved my motor (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Try to hit the brakes
But once I’m locked and loaded
Aim my focus, you should clear the way
Pull up in a ghost, in a ride, I'm freaky
I ain’t tryna boast but the ride ain't cheapy
Only do coach if the sign got a horsey
Two-door bitch, I don't slide in a four-seat
Two-tone drip, on the wrist four AP's
Two phones, one for the friends, other for cheese
Real thick bitch, like my hair that’s 4C
Kyle made the beat and the Bratt enforce-y
[Chorus: Justis Bratt]
Please get a fan on the beat I'm going in
I'm a killer with the pen so, try me, bitch
Watch Peter Pan, yeah, my drip never end
Getting soggy on these hands, tsunami, bitch
Money in the be crib, got my cash doing flips
All this paper doing tricks, origami, bitch
Killing these hoes, you a zombie, bitch
Got 'em on they toes, flip-floppy, bitch

[Outro: Justis Bratt]
Ha, haha, please be kind