Crank Yank

Ayo… this that leeeeeast psyopped yank on the app… bro got the fetty drip meltin’ straight from the earlobes… pipe gripped like it’s fused to the fingers… eyes heavy like a fridge door… mind clear like a tin foil sky. He ain’t fooled, he ain’t phased, he just puffin’ truths in a cloud of delusion, vibin’ with that thousand-yard stare through the algorithmic noise. Slap this sticker on your laptop, your rig, your forehead—let ‘em know: you see it all, and you ain’t fallin’ for nothin’.