[Lyric] Turnt Up Freestyle (D-WHY)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, hey

[Verse 1]
Super bad, super bad
My girl look like Emma Stone
So sick I am quarantine
The doctor sayin’ send you home
When in Rome, go alone
That’s the type of shit I’m on
They say that life’s a bitch
Her and my ex would probably get along
You probably in a coma
I’m probably in the MOMA
You are whack as fuck
And I can tell by your aroma
Oh no, oh woah
Watch me pose for the photo
Bros before hoes
Fuck a Yoko, oh no
Call it what you wanna call it
On this beat I’m fuckin’ brolic
Hard body, you fuckin’ stylin’
I’ll rush ya, call me Stalin
While in islands, I be probably
VIP, I’m in the lobby
Your girlfriend is sittin’ shotty
She singin’ like ?
? told me go and get it
Don’t stop ‘til you got it, dog
That’s my goal like a soccer ball
Does it bother me? No not at all
Oh my god, who’s that broad
She’s a dog, but we are not involved
Y’all are awesome New Year shit
All you do is drop the ball
Go where?
Party, party, party, I am so there
See there is a difference
Where I’m going I don’t know where
And you are going nowhere
No homie, I don’t care
D how you do it?
Cheat code flow, no fair
You’re wardrobe, tryin’ to fit in
See me I am the opposite
I guess I’m tryin’ to fit out
My outfit, where you cop that shit?
I don’t know and I don’t go
Where you are, I’m in SoHo
Back at it again, we’re havin’ a bin
What happened to him? Oh no
You are just a paperboy and me I am the mailman
You are Doug Funnie, funny, funny, and I’m Quailman
Take your money sales man
No man I don’t fail
Bet I’d blackmail the teacher dog
I don’t ever fail, man
See I am so hungry
I’m channeling a younger me
I’m snackin’ on some dunkaroos
And breaking in some dungerees
One girl gets over me, then her friend gets under me
Maybe I am the shit that’s why these girls keep dumpin’ me