Rod Wave - Rip lyrics

There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar And have it overflowing So don't get me going: don't dare start You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck Tightly-wound as fu*k 'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut Fire Marshall down and up I suggest you better shut the fu*k up And stop fu*king around and duck! I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant Like calling a b*tch a ho or asking a gal to su*k And blow on your dick co*k. Is she up to screwing? Down to fu*k? It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut With a thousand s*uts strapped and muzzled Running through a house of mutts In other words, I'm shutting every onе of you b*tches' mouths up And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fu*king bu*t! And ain't sh*t changеd, my sh*t still don't stink, player My farts may have gotten staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity Maybe my complexion became a little paler Poster child for white trash I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah See me I'm all up on your b*tch means I'ma rape her All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler So b*tch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press But homie, I get the paper! fu*king stupid Two banana clips and they taped up [Straight up, straight up Cut the stove on and let it cake up [Straight up, straight up Hit it with the cold water 'til it lock up [21 Hot water make it lock a little faster [On God I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'm prayin' to my dagger [Straight up Started rappin' for the money, I'm a trapper [Straight up Internet thug, he a gangsta on [21 Way too many diamonds, put my chains backwards [Yeah, yeah] Interlude21 Savage Ain't game, I don't Ain't no disrespect, 4L, aight That's all I know We don't play the radio, on my momma That's all I know Chorus Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that Long as you keep throwin' that thing back In the Hills, that's where she stay at You know that this my lil' baby Go to hell, .40 could bang that Number Nine jeans, they contain racks NFL, we makin' plays, yeah Pack touchin' down where you lay at Verse 1 Slidin' to Sasha to get me some top From a boppa I know since way, way back Uh, I can sustain that She like me, she like me, she came back Pull up in Woods lookin' wet All my ladies pedestrians thinkin' I sling crack They look up to me 'cause I'm something to be And I'm always gon' try to maintain that Uh, know that you ain't that Uh, know that you hate that Just turned 19, I'm a young prodigy And you know that it's true, so I say that Uh, say it or spray it We keep a secret like Vegas She gon' get naked After we smokin', we faded Verse 1: Rod Wave I don't even know where to start This just what it was play my part And it always ended with a broken heart, heart I done got played like a guitar I done been swimming with the sharks And I had it hard Okay, I grew up in that pain, walking through the rain Looking for some peace, begging for some change She's a devil in a day, a devil in a skirt Begging for my heart just to make it worse And I know you're hungry for hope, but she's dying of thirst She gon' love you to death, but lie to your hearse Who can you trust in this cold world? My life forever ChorusRod Wave Trials and tribulations [Yeah So much of sh*t that I be facing [Oh yeah It's safe to say that I been scarred Ain't got no business loving on a broken heart But hop up in this coupe Don't tell me nothing but the truth, yeah You don't judge me, I won't judge you, yeah Come peep the pain that I been through, yeah Come take a walk up in my shoes, yeah Tell me no, oh [Yeah, no, no, no, no]