[Verse 1:YurBoySponge]
You ain’t this or that,you a mismatch
I get your shit snatched
How about that?
Riding in the lamb with the big cats
You talking big cap
Man fuck that
All up in your trap
And you don’t even rap
You don’t even snap like that
I broke several of these fuckers off like Kit-Kats
And you know I had to clap back
I was preparing a comeback
Uh,Battle of The Bands,let me stack my bands
I know the whole neighborhood like the back of my hand
Ain’t such thing as freedom of the land
When you yourself don’t own the goddamn land
Ha! I swear y’all love my music like crack
Fuck with me and I’ll leave you with a crack in your back
This ain’t a pill,this a Tic-Tac
If you got beef then I’ll send your ass to war in Iraq
Watch me do this
The Molly going stupid
Diss me,you’re fucking stupid
On your grill like Ruth Chris
New phone,who dis?
New bitch,who dis?
Up the 5 and we shooting
[Verse 2:YurBoySponge]
I don’t play a character like Macbeth
I just be myself and let the fake acting go to rest
Tryna snatch my wallet,you ain’t the fucking IRS
Pull up at a CVS
Got the high quality drugs,yes
How many hoes you tryna impress?
It’s a threesome if I were to guess
Flexing on the gram,every day I’m blessed
Y’all got me back in the game,now I’m so obsessed
Y’all say that my music sound like goat sex
What? Okay,no comment
My flow be drippy like a faucet
I know these fuckers tryna pick pocket
I told them to stop it
Your bitch doing drugs in the moshpit
Exhausting,my style’s what you all copy
I say work harder,not dumber
Shoutout to Adam from No Jumper
Now they all up in my bumper
They want me to drop music this summer
If I don’t,it’s gonna be a bummer
Because the lame ones dropping early and the good ones dropping late
I told your bitch don’t trip on me like some skates
[Verse 3:YurBoySponge]
You gotta be a thug bout it or else you’re gonna die quick
I know these lil thuggas well,they’re gonna
Pop shit pop shit
My career going off like a rocket
If he talk shit bout me then I’ll punch him in his socket
Ah man
Haven’t done this shit in a while,it feels good
Hope y’all still bumping me in the hood
You know me,I’m misunderstood
I didn’t actually mean that I was knocking on wood
I meant that she was sucking on my wood
[Verse 4:YurBoySponge]
If he atheist then why he have a Jesus piece?
It’s gonna go out with a bang,rest in peace
Might just fly my bitch out to Greece
We ain’t staying in Miami cause it’s 160 degrees!
Ooh,damn,just did a first degree
Now they’re probably gonna arrest me
I want her to sex me
I got the recipe
Now my past coming back at me
Well welcome to the party
I’m here with Carti
Pulled up in a Rarri
Fucked your hoe and I ain’t even sorry
I pledge the fifth and the sixth
Ain’t even got a chance to run when I shoot the shit
And I caught him without his gun,he’s a bitch
Yeah my life like this
I ain’t talking to no cop and I ain’t cooperating with a snitch
Got these baguettes on my wrist
But I’m not French so who gives a shit?
Riding with the top down
Everybody like my sound
Y’all should give me the crown now
I got a gun in this bitch,you better get down
[Verse 5:YurBoySponge]
I’m innovative cause I made my own label
You say all this shit but you not Lauren Daigle
My man Pat chilling in Turks and Caicos
The beef’s like Frozen,you gotta let it go
The Glock’s under my command,I gotta let it blow
I never get tired of this shit because I have many flows
Might just bag a hoe
I just might let ya know
They taking this personal
She said she a Virgo,oh
[Outro:YurBoySponge]
I just killed another beat
You ain’t this or that,you a mismatch
I get your shit snatched
How about that?
Riding in the lamb with the big cats
You talking big cap
Man fuck that
All up in your trap
And you don’t even rap
You don’t even snap like that
I broke several of these fuckers off like Kit-Kats
And you know I had to clap back
I was preparing a comeback
Uh,Battle of The Bands,let me stack my bands
I know the whole neighborhood like the back of my hand
Ain’t such thing as freedom of the land
When you yourself don’t own the goddamn land
Ha! I swear y’all love my music like crack
Fuck with me and I’ll leave you with a crack in your back
This ain’t a pill,this a Tic-Tac
If you got beef then I’ll send your ass to war in Iraq
Watch me do this
The Molly going stupid
Diss me,you’re fucking stupid
On your grill like Ruth Chris
New phone,who dis?
New bitch,who dis?
Up the 5 and we shooting
[Verse 2:YurBoySponge]
I don’t play a character like Macbeth
I just be myself and let the fake acting go to rest
Tryna snatch my wallet,you ain’t the fucking IRS
Pull up at a CVS
Got the high quality drugs,yes
How many hoes you tryna impress?
It’s a threesome if I were to guess
Flexing on the gram,every day I’m blessed
Y’all got me back in the game,now I’m so obsessed
Y’all say that my music sound like goat sex
What? Okay,no comment
My flow be drippy like a faucet
I know these fuckers tryna pick pocket
I told them to stop it
Your bitch doing drugs in the moshpit
Exhausting,my style’s what you all copy
I say work harder,not dumber
Shoutout to Adam from No Jumper
Now they all up in my bumper
They want me to drop music this summer
If I don’t,it’s gonna be a bummer
Because the lame ones dropping early and the good ones dropping late
I told your bitch don’t trip on me like some skates
[Verse 3:YurBoySponge]
You gotta be a thug bout it or else you’re gonna die quick
I know these lil thuggas well,they’re gonna
Pop shit pop shit
My career going off like a rocket
If he talk shit bout me then I’ll punch him in his socket
Ah man
Haven’t done this shit in a while,it feels good
Hope y’all still bumping me in the hood
You know me,I’m misunderstood
I didn’t actually mean that I was knocking on wood
I meant that she was sucking on my wood
[Verse 4:YurBoySponge]
If he atheist then why he have a Jesus piece?
It’s gonna go out with a bang,rest in peace
Might just fly my bitch out to Greece
We ain’t staying in Miami cause it’s 160 degrees!
Ooh,damn,just did a first degree
Now they’re probably gonna arrest me
I want her to sex me
I got the recipe
Now my past coming back at me
Well welcome to the party
I’m here with Carti
Pulled up in a Rarri
Fucked your hoe and I ain’t even sorry
I pledge the fifth and the sixth
Ain’t even got a chance to run when I shoot the shit
And I caught him without his gun,he’s a bitch
Yeah my life like this
I ain’t talking to no cop and I ain’t cooperating with a snitch
Got these baguettes on my wrist
But I’m not French so who gives a shit?
Riding with the top down
Everybody like my sound
Y’all should give me the crown now
I got a gun in this bitch,you better get down
[Verse 5:YurBoySponge]
I’m innovative cause I made my own label
You say all this shit but you not Lauren Daigle
My man Pat chilling in Turks and Caicos
The beef’s like Frozen,you gotta let it go
The Glock’s under my command,I gotta let it blow
I never get tired of this shit because I have many flows
Might just bag a hoe
I just might let ya know
They taking this personal
She said she a Virgo,oh
[Outro:YurBoySponge]
I just killed another beat
( YurBoySponge )
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