Viarritz - Stolz lyrics

[Hook] Immer mit stolz, always with pride Put that on my life, ride to the died f** the haters, and the objectifies They don't know what they can't confide Always wanna hate, never wanna side Always say you're wrong, no matter who's right Poppin' at my head, it's a wonder I survive Who's really the reason that hip-hop died? (Repeat) I'm spitting fire at your dome like a choir to the throne Get at me, I'm grown; so let's get it goin', dawg My words are contradictment to the words that you be spittin', it Humors me to finish it, my flow's k**ing you, isn't it? Show me hating bodies, I'll smash 'em like wasabi I get it popping, honestly. I'm hitting like tsunamis n***a, where I'm coming from - eating 'em like Dahmer, son Scary like 21, I'm hotter than the summer sun Pop it off like in your face, lick it b**h, get a taste Pa** y'all n***as like a race; back up boy, you're in my space I'm working like a grocery store, paid just like a corner who*e As for respect, I've got more. I'll see you at the coroner [Hook] Ch-ch-check my flow, watch me spit, check my style, watch me get Check my game, watch me hit. Check, check, check, just watch me, sh** I'll come at you with my tech- nology aimed at your neck Precision's got you in check. Last words, best say 'em quick I ain't one for fun and games, I'm rolling through, taking names Busting all y'all f**ing lames, n***a what was you tryna say? 'Oh no, bruh, don't hit me up.' Pop one out; hit G up Next time round I'll hit three up, then take it home; hit my re-up Ha, ha, ha. No laughing matter. I'll roll through - your head be splattered I serve your d**h on a silver platter, now tell me it don't f**ing matter I'm so sick, need an ICU. I'm so hot need an icy room I'm so paid, need a bank or two. n***a, I'm flying while you just blew [Hook] It's your girl Viar up in this thang, I come through with heat to slang I come through with d**h to sang, n***a, best stay out my range Splitting heads, rocking teeth. Get at me, your girl rolls deep Pop y'all pussies like I'm in heat. Check the title, from V to the Z Keep my name in your mouth. Hottest spitter from the south Quickly, boys, bring 'em out. Assa**inate, then on my route Continue it, I'll smash your face. No competition, I hold first place V to the R go on for days, test me and go separate ways So while we push AKs, y'all push BBs, which got less power than if I sneeze Come up claiming y'all blow trees, but n***a know them just bayleaves So while I sit back with your chick and y'all run around all mad and sh** I'll knock some boots with your b**h cause Viarritz do it big [Hook]