If you only holla
when you’re mala
I’d bet you a koala,
that known even in Guatemala,
you ain’t worth a dolla.
Or a dime
or none of my time.
Sour like a lime,
devious like slime,
without you I’ll be fine.
So be real or be gone
and I don’t mean a put-on
sincerity bought on Amazon.
Tons of years, same outcome,
end it already, baby, come on.
