Futuristic - Scrollin lyrics

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Futuristic - Scrollin lyrics

[Verse 1: Futuristic] Ya, lame n***as don't know about you be the same ones gon' hate the most LOL at my comment section to a dumb question when I make a post Still sipping that Peach Ciroc in my solo cup, time to make a toast This one go to your f**ing momma, she a real one, she done raised a troll Talk sh** on your web browser See me in person and b**h up I bet you sleeping with the lights on cause everytime I'm 'round you, you switch up All these lil boys acting real tough on they keyboards with they fingers tapping Meet a n***a in the parking lot with them same hands and we'll get it cracking Have 'em speaking in pig latin This track is spitting like six dragons In fact, I didn't practice, it just happened Make 'em disappear like I did magic b**h is spazzing, hit, then I flip the mattress Delivery man, got a big package Live lavish, give your man a kiss after Tell that Boy Meet World, cause I been Savage, yeah And you been average Boy I'm bout to blow like Bin Laden I need a girl who got a big a** She don't got cla**, she been absent Got the game on lock, put it in the cabinet I been have bread like a picnic basket I been k**ing rappers, put 'em in the casket I been making hits like a tennis racket, goddamn [Hook] Why you all in my sh**? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin b**h scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin I said, why you all in my sh**? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin b**h scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin [Verse 2: Hopsin] Yo, I got fame but I'm not the type to be outside and deal with the paparazzi I struggle with lots of issues daily, mostly online from the comments I see My sh**'s whack and I should quit rap? If I catch you, I really hope you got your posse Pull up on you quicker than a Maserati, with a Kamikaze while your mom is watching I'm not impressed with my comment section There's lots of pesting and monologueing "f** you Hop, I'm a big fan but I hate you bruh" That's beyond insulting Anger is boxed up in me, sh**'s tricky How you gon' compliment me then diss me? I'm at the top of trending, it's strictly the sk** Can we stop pretending? It's really Pissing me off to the maximum f** you n***as, I ain't yapping em I don't even have to pack a gun When I see em face to face they be acting softer than a pack of gum I stick my hand through your chest and detach a lung Watch you until you have fallen like Babylon I been screenshotting the hate you been yapping son So when you see me, uh-oh, little f*ggot run I got way too much that's going on in my life to have to deal with these b**h haters I'll f** you up, that's to grown men, high schoolers and fifth graders Don't disrespect, I come new to this sh** I don't care if you're a new fan or used to listen We gon' find you and bruise a disk in your back Go tell your dad it was Hopsin and Futuristic [Hook] Why you all in my sh**? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin b**h scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin I said, why you all in my sh**? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin b**h scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin [Verse 3: Futuristic] Yea, my ex girl in my news feed liking everything trying to get attention Quoting me when she making tweets, saying something sweet trying to get a mention I don't even talk to her like she across the room when we in detention Poke her on her forehead said, "Sorry girl, you should mind your business" Miss Independent get right, n***a I see through that like Sprite, n***a Making moves my two to friends and I don't even ride on no bike, n***a Do whatever I like, n***a I met yo a** one time, n***a Now you running 'round the town, just like a clown, saying Futuristic, that's my, n***a Y'all be delusional, stuck in a cubicle doing the usual sh** All up on YouTube with something that's musical Comment like an attitude and a b**h Your facts don't even be proveable, always disputable Grown n***as acting like kids That's juvenile, yes I'm removable I might quit rapping and come and stab you in the ribs (Oh god...) Keep it scrolling, you promoting bogus vocals all on my socials And hope that some hoes'll notice then you'll poke 'em You're posting bu*ts, you're broke and everyone knows it Exposing these jokes, how they salty like the ocean My flow is colder than Ben and Jerry's Competition get buried in cemeteries If you hate you can s** on my twig and berries And keep scrolling n***a...