[Intro]
Come on boys!
That brake isn't gonna step on itself!
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I got these songs about my life
I get it all off my chest
Y'all just live your life through others
That's why y'all so depressed
Sometimes I think when I was a baby
I was dropped on my head
And somedays I just need a guillotine to chop off my head
I'm off of my meds
I'm caught up on rest but feelin' weak
I've given up on quitting nicotine my second time this week, yeh
Shitty local acts still trynna hit me up to beef
But I been busy getting cash
Your music trash, your rhymes are weak
[Chorus 1]
Is that another bitch ass hater all on my radar?
You wanna talk shit then ya bettеr stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When thеy put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
When I write raps they know I stay raw
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
[Verse 2]
Finally, motherfuckas wanna ride with me
The second I get notoriety they wanna supply the beats, huh
Highly unpredictable, I like variety
And lack there of it in society give me anxiety
Hide the weed, I'm driving fast through the Biltmore
You link with your friends too much
But you should build more
Bad bitches ride with me 'cause I got the life that they would kill for
I can't help the shit that I was built for
Trynna build my own crib
Not in the hills, more out by the woods
I should talk to a realtor
Talked to my agent "your boys need a real tour"
They like my music, they must just not feel yours
[Chorus 1]
Is that another bitch ass hater all on my radar?
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
When I write raps they know I stay raw
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
[Chorus 2]
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot, we run like track teams
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot, we run like track teams
[Verse 3]
When the gun pop, I run like track teams
V12 engine, know that that's me
Seats all white like hoes named Ashley
No, your titties won't booby trap me
Subs in the trunk, they bump like acne
She off white might blow like Acme
Life been quite alright if you ask me
Matte black whip
Matt with a blonde getting blown in the backseat
What if I take my chances?
Go up to every door in my city 'till someone answers
Tell 'em that my album dropping like it's an anvil
I'm so hot right now, brodie I'm Hansel
Tell 'em when the gun
Better get to dancing
Baby don't cross me, my family Manson
I'm barely a rapper, came straight from campus
Future so tragic, blame the coke habit, God
[Chorus 1]
Is that another bitch ass hater all on my radar?
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
When I write raps they know I stay raw
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
[Chorus 2]
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot, we run like track teams
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot
Come on boys!
That brake isn't gonna step on itself!
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I got these songs about my life
I get it all off my chest
Y'all just live your life through others
That's why y'all so depressed
Sometimes I think when I was a baby
I was dropped on my head
And somedays I just need a guillotine to chop off my head
I'm off of my meds
I'm caught up on rest but feelin' weak
I've given up on quitting nicotine my second time this week, yeh
Shitty local acts still trynna hit me up to beef
But I been busy getting cash
Your music trash, your rhymes are weak
[Chorus 1]
Is that another bitch ass hater all on my radar?
You wanna talk shit then ya bettеr stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When thеy put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
When I write raps they know I stay raw
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
[Verse 2]
Finally, motherfuckas wanna ride with me
The second I get notoriety they wanna supply the beats, huh
Highly unpredictable, I like variety
And lack there of it in society give me anxiety
Hide the weed, I'm driving fast through the Biltmore
You link with your friends too much
But you should build more
Bad bitches ride with me 'cause I got the life that they would kill for
I can't help the shit that I was built for
Trynna build my own crib
Not in the hills, more out by the woods
I should talk to a realtor
Talked to my agent "your boys need a real tour"
They like my music, they must just not feel yours
[Chorus 1]
Is that another bitch ass hater all on my radar?
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
When I write raps they know I stay raw
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
[Chorus 2]
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot, we run like track teams
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot, we run like track teams
[Verse 3]
When the gun pop, I run like track teams
V12 engine, know that that's me
Seats all white like hoes named Ashley
No, your titties won't booby trap me
Subs in the trunk, they bump like acne
She off white might blow like Acme
Life been quite alright if you ask me
Matte black whip
Matt with a blonde getting blown in the backseat
What if I take my chances?
Go up to every door in my city 'till someone answers
Tell 'em that my album dropping like it's an anvil
I'm so hot right now, brodie I'm Hansel
Tell 'em when the gun
Better get to dancing
Baby don't cross me, my family Manson
I'm barely a rapper, came straight from campus
Future so tragic, blame the coke habit, God
[Chorus 1]
Is that another bitch ass hater all on my radar?
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
When I write raps they know I stay raw
You wanna talk shit then ya better stay far
And you don't drive shit but I race car
When they put on my shit don't touch the spacebar
[Chorus 2]
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot, we run like track teams
Five, four, three, I run at max speed
Blow by the hoes, they be like "that's clean"
Go vamonos, ain't no one pass me
When the gun shot
( Belaganas )
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