Wax - General sh** Talk lyrics

"Ayo, Derek, hey cus' you got 5 seconds to come out the crib man Or I'm gonna destroy your sh**, alot of motherf**ers On YouTube don't think you can track their I.P address I told you I would come to the crib, I told you I would find it" [Wax] Old school cat, Saber - tooth Tiger Soul food rap, hater proof fire Say I ain't hot, you a down right liar, looking For your girl I be found right by her Crowned like sire, sound like a messiah Clowns are in denial, frowns'll go viral You about to be a meme, I'm undoubtedly supreme f** around and leave your team suicidal I don't know what the hook gon' be, all I know Is your a** is what my foot gon' see I'm in the lab cooking all the time no sleep Put your rap book into the compost heap Where it belongs along with your terrible songs You an embarra**ment, apparently your parents Went wrong They really should of been more pro choice, I Talk sh** cause I like my own voice (yo, let me hear that back) [Break] Talking sh** Ta - ta - talking sh** - x2 [Nocando] Ayo, you talking sh**, hocking spit Tryin' to stop the kid won't work like Stephen Hawking's dick That's a cold challenge you gon' need an ice bucket I'm dumped like that powdery uncontrolled white substance I'm here forever like stretch marks on your wife's stomach Life's a b**h, I'm like - "f** it" Man I don't even need to pull the condom out Use the baby boy, I'm getting [?] up in your momma's house Playing Xbox with a whiskey buzz and cotton mouth Uploading family photos your daddy's gone I cropped him out What you talking 'bout, you mad? what's it you Ima upgrade like Sriracha in a cup of noodles The best rapping with west African voodoo I see pics of your crew when I type "b**h n***as" in Google That's a cheap shot man, go figure that I'm frugal The God of Hell - fire Nocando [Break] Talking sh** Ta - ta - talking sh** - x2 [Spoken] The number you have reached is not in service right now Please hang up as I put my foot directly in yo' a** [Intuition] Yo, it would be like I won the lotto if I had a dollar for every Instagram follower the last broad that swallow my load had I got it poppin' push the product squad up in it it all started with retarded thoughts I jot in my notepad Trick the Civic with the suicide doors, inflict middle digits towards you inside yours Crocodile Dundee booie knife swords used to cuttin' off losers when they ruin Mic chords Ah, I'm off of Moonrock player, feeling like I'm 'bout to do the moonwalk later Girlie's swoon dudes, pull their tube socks way up that California Love turned to 2Pac pay stubs Till we too turnt f**ing with your girl 'til her coochie juice squirt Twist and turn like a Rubix cube word, then pull out and wipe the booty with a moody blue shirt, yeah [Chris Clarke]