Gleason - My I.Q.
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{Chorus}
You can’t put Gleason to the test
You wanna put my I.Q. to the test?
Serious, wanna have these man Vex
Serious, wanna get these man stress
You can’t put Me to the test
You wanna put Gleason’s I.Q. to the test?
Man what? I’ll get you Vex
Man what? Can’t put me to the test
{Verse 1}
Heard you been using, slap him that’s abusing
Pincushion, I ain’t referring to sewing
Can’t twist your words cos, they ain’t confusing
I don’t give a fuck: I’m flying, you’re ruined
Lungs like a sponge, maybe quit the smoke
Before I run up on man, he’s alrеady choke-
Ing- bars provoking, my bars are holding
This prick by the nеck, fuck off you crep
Boot man with my shoes now he’s dead
This little bug splattered, nobody wept
I’m done with this verse; like you are with your ex
She’s linking up with others; bet you’re still upset
{Chorus}
You can’t put Gleason to the test
You wanna put my I.Q. to the test?
Serious, wanna have these man Vex
Serious, wanna get these man stress
You can’t put Me to the test
You wanna put Gleason’s I.Q. to the test?
Man what? I’ll get you Vex
Man what? Can’t put me to the test
{Verse 2}
You ain’t a prick man, you’re a sick man
Messaging girls, that’s dodgy fam
I don’t gotta text this, I’ve blocked this man
Messaging girls, that’s dodgy fam
My account on its way out, I’m too damn famous
This guy’s first album was a fucking trainwreck
Copy my style, my intellect, but you failed
I’m the greatest MCEE and I’m out of this world
You’re a pervert don, I’m the realest one
Your girl is messaging me, I told her “we’re done”
I ain’t dating til I’m 89, still she wants to be mine
I told her, I don’t want your pi, 3.14159 (haha)
I’m disgusted by your voice, your face, your energy
You’re a public fucking enemy, keep your daughters away from him
Copy my show, my channel, my class
Motherfucker, you barely pass, top of the word, you’re bottom of the class-
Don’t clash
{Chorus}
You can’t put Gleason to the test
You wanna put my I.Q. to the test?
Serious, wanna have these man Vex
Serious, wanna get these man stress
You can’t put Me to the test
You wanna put Gleason’s I.Q. to the test?
Man what? I’ll get you Vex
Man what? Can’t put me to the test
{Verse 1}
Heard you been using, slap him that’s abusing
Pincushion, I ain’t referring to sewing
Can’t twist your words cos, they ain’t confusing
I don’t give a fuck: I’m flying, you’re ruined
Lungs like a sponge, maybe quit the smoke
Before I run up on man, he’s alrеady choke-
Ing- bars provoking, my bars are holding
This prick by the nеck, fuck off you crep
Boot man with my shoes now he’s dead
This little bug splattered, nobody wept
I’m done with this verse; like you are with your ex
She’s linking up with others; bet you’re still upset
{Chorus}
You can’t put Gleason to the test
You wanna put my I.Q. to the test?
Serious, wanna have these man Vex
Serious, wanna get these man stress
You can’t put Me to the test
You wanna put Gleason’s I.Q. to the test?
Man what? I’ll get you Vex
Man what? Can’t put me to the test
{Verse 2}
You ain’t a prick man, you’re a sick man
Messaging girls, that’s dodgy fam
I don’t gotta text this, I’ve blocked this man
Messaging girls, that’s dodgy fam
My account on its way out, I’m too damn famous
This guy’s first album was a fucking trainwreck
Copy my style, my intellect, but you failed
I’m the greatest MCEE and I’m out of this world
You’re a pervert don, I’m the realest one
Your girl is messaging me, I told her “we’re done”
I ain’t dating til I’m 89, still she wants to be mine
I told her, I don’t want your pi, 3.14159 (haha)
I’m disgusted by your voice, your face, your energy
You’re a public fucking enemy, keep your daughters away from him
Copy my show, my channel, my class
Motherfucker, you barely pass, top of the word, you’re bottom of the class-
Don’t clash