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"Return to Sender," written and performed by Jaquel | Produced by BlackSurfer

[Intro]
Shut the, shut the, shut the, shut the

Shut the fuck up, I’ll gut you like I’m butchas
These niggas nowadays be coons (uh), yet all they make is a ruckus (uh)
I cannot pop that shit for gratis (no no), cause that shit is for suckas (no no)
Only adjacent to the ghetto, but we right from the gutta
And that’s slick, that’s slick like butta, but did, did I stutta?
Like did? No, wait forreal, like did, did I stutta?
Like did? Did I son ‘em just I like was they motha
Like did? Now, don’t you “sis” me, I am hardly your brotha (like bitch)
Might get another degree (uh), my whole record is clean (uh)
And from the river to seas (uh) my niggas better be free (uh)
We kick em, kick em with cleats, we peeping your little sneaks
Don’t fuck with me, that’s a feat; don’t try and cheat off of my sheet
Hey doggie, hey doggie, now here the fuck is your treat
Could tell you niggas were starving, you all had nothing to eat
Been representing the Beach, you niggas having me weak
‘Cause I’m no longer disquiet, I’ve been demanding my peace

[Pre-Chorus]
But who in the fuck wanna diss?
All of you niggas is trips
I got enough dip on my chip
Nothing I make is a miss
They like that (uh) -- if it’s distilled, then Imma sip
I like that (uh) -- if Imma ride, then Imma grip (He told me)

[Chorus]
He went and left you (left you); Left you on read, too (read too)
Couldn’t even text you (text you); anyone could bet you (bet you)
I laid him to rest, then (rest then); I still had to next him (next him)
Returned to sender (sent him), you go be blessed, man (blessed man)
(That’s why) That’s why you ain’t me (that’s why); that’s why you can’t be (that’s why)
That’s why you can’t see (that’s why), all the shit we can see (that’s why)
That’s why they love me (that’s why), that’s why you hate me (that’s why)
Like who’s above me? (that’s why), Can't recreate me (that’s why)

[Verse 2]
I’m magna cum laude, yeah I've been hard (been hard)
Yea y'all been frauds, these bitches bootlegged (bootlegged)
I got it from my mom, got a shoe fetish (shoe fetish)
Threw in a couple commas, now do you get it? (do you get it)
You can’t be avant garde, though
Unlike me and my broads, hoe
And see we peeped your facade, too
Better hope we don't find you
Shit, I’m just playing, like we’d know anything that you (anything that you do)
Parodies and some spoofs, who is real in the room? (who is real in the room)
Can’t throw me for no loops (no, you can’t), I checked you from the get (yes, i did)
Cause I did this myself (ruh) there is nothing to split (ruh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But who in the fuck wanna diss?
I’ll give you something to kiss
The sky is still bluer than Crips
I’m getting money from simps
They like the (uh) -- if it’s distilled, then Imma sip
I like that (uh) -- I run him still, don’t you forget (He told me)

[Chorus]
He went and left you (left you); Left you on read, too (read too)
Couldn’t even text you (text you); anyone could bet you (bet you)
I laid him to rest, then (rest then); I still had to next him (next him)
Returned to sender (sent him), you go be blessed, man (blessed man)
(That’s why) That’s why you ain’t me (that’s why); that’s why you can’t be (that’s why)
That’s why you can’t see (that’s why), all the shit we can see (that’s why)
That’s why they love me (that’s why), that’s why you hate me (that’s why)
Like who’s above me? (that’s why), Can't recreate me (that’s why)

[Outro]
Who in the fuck wanna diss? (repeat)