G.A.P.

There’s some holes in this mouth
There’s some holes in this mouth
Heidi N. Closet
I said can’t even speak
Without whistling through my teeth
I need at least 6 feet
Did I stutter? Skeet, skeet
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah you heard me
Get away please
As I previously aforementioned
I said get away, please
One more time for you in the back
I say get away please
Scrub it up
Baby wash your hands
Clan your coins and stack your bands
Put that mask right over your face
You can still breaht, don’t make that face
Don’t you sneeze. Take it outside
Don’t try to mingle while you’re inside
Spit on my edge, not in my eyes
Bridging the gap, my legs go wide
This ain’t a close-up
I’m good in the wide
Fall into the gap, I’ll be your guide
I want you to take me back to-
The Summer of 2019
I just screamed
Quarantine
2020 was obscene
I was booked, now I’m free
If you’ve got a check, write it Hedi
Lather me, slather me
Rinse and repeat me
Get me a cure so I can get out of quarantine
Your hands need a scrub
Not talking TLC
You better have a mask when you come talk to me
Talk your shit
But cover your lip
Don’t leave your nose out
Not one bit
I don’t know why I gotta explain
Don’t fuck it up like Ru be saying
Now give me space, at least 6 feet
Now, get away please
I’m trying to thrive and survive, now get away please
No meet and greet at least for now
Now get away please
Cash App me for these live shoes, cause a bitch is starving
Heidi N. Closet
Taking over the world after just one lap
Call it gap intuition, I don’t need a map
Don’t sleep on me baby, wake up from your map
Moral of the story is mind the gap
Put yourself together
And, and glue on a lash
Don’t come up in here acting all crazy and brash
If you test my gangsta get ready for a clash
Got my claws out, call me Niecy Nash
Widow VonDu]
I used to be a freak bitch, now I just tweet shit
Switch my mask, make it easier for speaking
Oh my savings took a depleting
Tryna catch flights, give passports a beating
On the menu I order it all
They know it’s Widow when I call
Got my spaghetti and all of my meatballs
Dolly Parton might just save us all
We can’t hang but we can virtual bang
On Zoom with my main thing
While I’m waiting for All-Stars to give me a ring
I’mma come back like a boomerang
Pups on lockdown
Looking for their leashes
While online I’m not looking for a meeting
Scrolling down feeds, thirst traps got you feigning
Waash my hands got me bobbing and weaving
COVID-19, we’re gonna beat ya
Got sanitizer, bought by the liter
Stay at home if you got a fever
Take a couple steps, preferbaly a meter
I can’t sing but I’mma do my thing
Year had me in my feelings but I kept sane
Hold on tight before you lose it
Remember me I’m the queen that didn’t change my name
Yeah yeah
Yeah you heard me, I said get away please
Don’t step up
Don’t get near me, get away please
Oh yes, for you in the back, yeah get away please
One more lap
Let’s recap
I said get away, please
Putting Ramseur on the map, I said get away please
I’m talking gap, gap, gap, get away please
The song’s about to wrap, I said get away please