[Intro]
Nah nah man, I'm good I'm good I'm good
Nah man, I don't want none, man
That's you, that's what y'all do, I'm straight
I'mma be over here, man
Watch
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All that flashing and that cappin', y'all can have that
Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y'all can have that
I ain't come to play around, just show me where the cash at
I'm rehab, that's a murderer, don't make me have a flashback
[Verse 1]
I'm known for having more stamina than my challenger
Y'all cats is outdated like the '97 calendar
Told them people from the top, ain't no way that I'mma stop
Haters find it hard to get through to me like my numbers blocked
The way these swag boys act I ain't surprised at that
Watch me k** a beat, double back and revive the track
Why you mad at me, partner? I'm just describin' facts
Best line I heard you say is "Would you like some fries with that?"
I'm in your crib 'cus somebody but the hit out
He kicked his own door down from the inside tryin' to get out
Dead kittens laying everywhere who let that pet out?
Rappers is dry heavin', no more blood left to spit out
Y'all at the show, tryin' to dance, doin' flips
At your photo shoot, wearin' skirts, hands on your hips
I'mma beat you like your daddy swingin' fast with my belt
You make dollar menu music, cheap and bad for your health
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[Verse 2]
If you wanna bump with me, I'mma send you back home
Talkin' bout my clothes when you got middle school slacks on
Practice hard before the fight, now it's time for war tonight
Want his girlfriend in the battle, but took his mama she's more my type
These fellas so soft, I don't even need my fist to fight 'em
Your songs sound like you let your little sister write 'em
Do what you got to do, and I'mma put a stop to you
These boys is walkin' around suped up like they got the flu
I don't care about the drank or the strippers or the weed up in your limo
I'm a underground CEO with my own label I don't need to send no demo
Drop a real short pa**age that be way above average
All these silly rabbits rapping 'bout they drug habits
And I heard your track was b**boo, that ain't new news
Your single been on YouTube for 11 months, with only 22 views
10 from you, 7 from your lil' partner who mixed it
And the other 5 from a few dudes who accidentally clicked it
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[Verse 3]
I'm spittin' on a daily basis, bro your style is tasteless
I saw your pages you dot your eyes with smiley faces
My words are symmetrically embedded with no edits
And to my credit I can repeat what you say before you said it
This industries pathetic, full of hateful games
I want cash I ain't tryin' to wear your record label chain
It'd be different if you paid us good and took us to the moon
Gimme my bread I don't need you to send no hookers to my room
You can keep your d** fam, I ain't judgin' I ain't hatin'
I'm just sayin' once that high wear off them bills gon' still be waitin'
First they told me dumb my lyrics down, do club music, you'll see hits
How the hell I look doin' the "Grand Deception (Booty Remix)"?
In the daytime you thuggin', chasin' profits and ends
But every night, you hangin' out with your androgynous friends
When they hear you rap they go "Eh, that's cool, yeah he okay"
When they hear me rap they go "Ooh, hol' up, rewind, what'd he say?"
So listen
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