Karaoké Spaghettii Beyoncé & Linda Martell & Shaboozey

Genres are a funny little concept aren't they

Yes they are

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

In theory they have a simple definition that's easy to understand

But in practice well some may feel confined

I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang bang

At the snap of my fingers

I'm Thanos

Dah nah dah nah

And I'm still on your head

Cornrows

Dah nah dah nah

They call me the captain

The catwalk assassin

When they know it's slappin' then here come the yappin'

All of this snitchin' and all of this bitchin'

Just a fishin' expedition

Dumb admission, in the kitchen

Cookin' up them chickens

Extra leg

But I ain't even tryna kick it

Cunty, country

Petty, petty, petty

All the same to me

Plain Jane, spaghetti

No sauce, no sauce

Too soft, too soft

They salty

They shootin' like Curry

One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova

Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' in the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes

Now we on a mission

Tried to turn me to the opposition

I'm appalled 'bout the proposition

Y'all been played by the plagiaristic

Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention

I ain't no regular singer

Now come get everythin' you came for

They still love your flame

Ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart

Bang bang bang bang bang

Ayy

Howl to the moon

Howl to the moon

Outlaws with me

They gon' shoot

Keep the code

Break the rules

Break the rules

Ride for every member

We gon' ride for every member that we lose hm that we lose

Someone here brought fire

Uh ain't no tellin' who

Ain't no tellin' who

Tellin' who

Play it cool

Play it cool

Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move mh

Bounty on my head

Can't go west

Hey

They on my shoes

No matter what the charges is

No matter what the charges is we ain't gon' tell the truth