Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Lawlor
Songwriter
Lyrics
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch?
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gonna do –
Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's Gun
Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's Gun
Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's Gun
Pinned sho-sho-sho-sho wall-wa-wa-wa Chekhov's Gun
Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's gun
It's been two long weeks and we finished act one
You've been yapping all day but I just swallowed my tongue
Check my pants, check my neck, check my paper cos I'm hung
Nine to my dome, the ringer off don't hit up on-a my phone
Fit always hot, they know I'm à la mode
Currently dealing in currency, Euros & RuneScape gold
Amount you're owed, infinitesimal like point 1 euro
1 In your row, death, column, uh yeah I'm in Guantánamo mode
She reaped what she sewed
Talked so much shit that there's stains on her clothes
I don't see any citations or quotes
Paraphrasing and blowing the smoke
Shorty mass market, but nuh I'm bespoke
Story of my life and she's a footnote
Aim back now, acne in scope
Spot, shot, now it's all smoke
I'm Anton, this my matinée
It's my way or the Hemingway
Self harm is her kinda foreplay
Ring my alarm, like I'm Beyoncé
All she does is whine, but I ain't talking Cabernet
Talking to my balls, she could've starred in Castaway
She's all out of players like she's Ricochet
Tryna trap me but I'm getting liberté
I seek freedom, I don't stall man, you're tweaking
In my feelings, she's reaching, the other way I'm leaning
Prometha-geeking, I'm reeling, one milligram I'm speeding
Uh uh uh uh uh uh yeah
Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's gun
It's been two long weeks and we finished act one
You've been yapping all day but I just swallowed my tongue
Check my pants, check my neck, check my paper cos I'm hung
Shorty fucked me up but she my Chekhov's gun
Had me feel some type of way but now my hands are swung
Tryna find myself a honey but now I'm stung
I did everything right, but I'm blinded by the sun
She chose the nuclear option like she was Roaccutane
Yet minutes before she was sickly sweet, a-aspartame
I knew it was over when she called me by my username
Chronically online, touch grass bitch that's my counterclaim
Can the defendant please rise? Like my guys when I'm boutta present uh
I don't mean to rep the size but it left her paralyzed, my-my bad uh
Numb from the pain, she got me institutionalised, why that? uh
We're done, but she seeking I'm hiding behind Amplifi uh
Amplifi, can we sign a treaty? I'll see you in Versailles
He-hell naw, I'm just alumni
We're finished, it's over, I demystified
There's demons to fight, you're not in my line of sight
So baby girl step aside, she don't know how to unsubscribe
But free trial is over, no obligation for me to provide
I'd say anything and make her blush, whole lotta red, whole lotta red
Nail marks on my back, torn to shreds, and a whole lotta red
Living in sin, keeping it hush, napkin on head, whole lotta red
Sword telescopic, James Webb, I'm dead, i see a whole lotta red
Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's gun
It's been two long weeks and we finished act one
You've been yapping all day but I just swallowed my tongue
Check my pants, check my neck, check my paper cos I'm hung
Shorty fucked me up but she my Chekhov's gun
Had me feel some type of way but now my hands are swung
Tryna find myself a honey but now I'm stung
I did everything right, but I'm blinded by the sun
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