​xxylvii - IMPOSSIBLE

★ Intro ★
(You are a mental case)

★ Verse 1: yukixo ★
Pull up to the forty and I'm back inside that bih
If you talkin' down on gang, you stole my swag, you stupid bih
And I really got no time, all the time tryna diss
Yeah, I'm posted in the cut with my ❲?❳ rizz
I ain't got no time, you stupid bih
If he talkin' down, we gon' show up at his ❲?❳
Blood ❲?❳ all over the floor, I don't care now
If he talkin' down on gang, we gon' leave it on my hair now (Yuh)

★ Verse 2: xxylvii ★
(Bitch, we up)
All these fuckin' twinks gon' eat me up like a popsicle
Pull a hit-and-run on all these cops, man, fuck the constables
360 no-scope to yo' head, it ain't impossible
Steal yo' bitch and beat her up like I just caught a body
I ain't no law-abiding citizen, man, I will shoot yo' shawty
Got the 2 and 2 and 3 like my name was fuckin' Scottie
I don't fuck with Andrew Tate, that's why I don't have a Bugatti
Fuckin' retard need to stop your whinin' and just fuckin' listen
Daydreamin' 'bout that bitch, but you can't even get a kissin'
Bet you really want my love, play with my balls like Pulisic
Try not to beg 'cause you gon' get pessimistic