Rizz Fizz

He thought that he could steal her from me,

but he’s the one that will end up with nothing,

and his rizz will fizz away. Just. Like. Him.

 

Yo, who’s this wannabe slick talkin’ down like a boss?

Actin’ like he’s got game, but that swagger’s just lost,

You think you're smooth with that pickup line slop?

But my girl sees through you, bro, she ain’t fallin’ for the flop.

 

You hit ‘em with the “hey” like it’s some kind of magic,

But the only thing tragic is how you're lookin' so plastic,

You fake flex, tryna puff your chest up like a king,

But you a joker in the deck, only bluffin’, no ring.

 

Man, you toxic to the core, tryna snatch what’s mine,

But my girl ain't about to fall for no dollar-store shoe shine,

You the type to talk slick, but end up alone,

Yeah, you rizz up girls but can't even get ‘em on the phone.

 

I see you down the hall looking at my friends,

Thinkin’ to myself “When will this end?”

You a troll in the flesh like Roy Lee Dennis

Time to beat you up with my lyrical genius

 

She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,

You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,

You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,

Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.

 

She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,

You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,

You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,

Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.

 

(Verse 2)

I see you flexin' like you ballin’, talkin’ all that cash,

But you spendin’ Daddy's money, still beggin' for gas.

You’re a player, right? More like sittin' on the bench,

Talk a big game but your breath got that stench.

 

You hit the gym, huh? Tryna stack up that weight,

But all you lift are them lies that you fabricate.

She ain't impressed by the appearance you play,

She got a real man, not a fake chicken fillet.

 

 

I keep getting told by a lot of my friends,

To keep her away from you, I can’t pretend

That you’re not perverted by the slightest grin

of a girl smilin’ back at you, you’ll break her

 

You think you’re hard with them keyboard wars,

DMs full of ego, man, close those doors.

You might have the muscle, but you lack the brain,

Tryna rizz up a queen, but it’s you who’s in pain.

 

She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,

You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,

You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,

Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.

 

She don’t want your rizz, nah, she don’t need your game,

You a clown in disguise, but all you got is shame,

You tryna play a king, but boy, you just a pawn,

Step off, back down, 'fore you get stepped on.

 

So take a seat, boy, and learn how it's done,

I don’t need cheap tricks, I already won.

She’s with me ‘cause I keep it real, no games,

You just a fizz, bro, poppin' up then gone in flames.