[Intro]
Word's don't matter now
(They don't matter!)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(What, little bitch?)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Da-da-little-bitch-abababababa-little-bitch-ababa)
[Verse 1]
I'm attackin' shit, poppin' pistols and packin' shit
Flow is immaculate, I don't practice it, off the dome on a acid trip
Pass the chips, gotta tune into my new massive hit
Passively passing as master, pass 'ya shit, I'll... pass on a whip
Bitch, I grip the pistol when I'm pissed off
Shoot a missile, early dismissal
Changing my initials to XXL, best to sell, I see?
Well, Sandy sells seashells on the seashore
See whore, you're boring, I got a business tactic
It's fantastic, all I do is crap shit and pass it as massivе
In mass, like in science class, which I did not pass
Bitch told mе I failed with a 69
Let's see if I pass when we fuck tonight, heh
Yeah, lemme cut inside your ego and hollow it out
I'm fuckin' your bitch, hear the swallowing sound?
I'm tuckin' a stick, I will follow you down
An alley and shoot you, you fallin' right down
You wanna throw hands? Quit stallin' then, now
Or I'll cut you up and really launch them around
So shut the fuck up, that is not what you 'bout, bitch
Just kidding, I'm just talkin' my shit
But it's not knockin' though it's a hit and you know it
So why it matter that I fib if I'm blowing? (huh?)
[Hook]
Words do not matter
Do not matter what I say
'Cause my flow is so impeccable
You know you 'gon replay either way
I ain't no fuckin' gangster, ain't no saint
But I got the dopest pen game
And I'm coming for your brain
For your brain!
[Verse 2]
Think I won't lie to get a few racks?
You think when it's a banger we spitting true facts?
Now, it is true that when I'm in the booth gats
Spray off when I hit the boom bap
Go and send your crew back
It ain't serious, hoe, it's a written, doing rap
Put the fear in a soul 'cause they shit is so wack
I'm appearing as though I'm a villain, in fact
I'm saving the show and I'm fillin' in cracks
You bitch made, you get cut in the gut with a switch blade
Which way you gonna run when I spit flames?
Pen game insane 'cause my sensei taught me well
I studied Marshall's art
Which makes me get paid, been tame
Now, I rip page after page while you rip page after page
And you throw it in the trash, see, I'm knowin' that you wack
When you flowin' on the track, you be chokin' and it's bad
And you're soakin' in this fact
Hocus, pocus, flow is so good, no could fuck with GOAT
When I'm in the zone, I'm showin' hoes and bros ain't wise
Goin' toe to toe with mike
I broke your heart? My condolences, we can't coexist
You can throat the dick, I can grope your tits
I get home that's it, don't phone me, bitch, you a phony bitch
Yeah, let's go back to the slow flow
Finna put the whole game in a choke hold
Yeah, I aim for the goal post
Embis so cold and he won't fold
Set the bar so high, I can pole vault over it
And you bitches won't go close to me
I'm a Doberman pincher pokin' in to your neck with my teeth
So when Embis attacks? Expect you can bleed
[Hook]
Words do not matter
Do not matter what I say
'Cause my flow is so impeccable
You know you 'gon replay either way
I ain't no fuckin' gangster, ain't no saint
But I got the dopest pen game
And I'm coming for your brain
For your brain!
[Outro]
(Words do not matter, what- what... matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Words... not... matter, what- what... matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Matter, matter, what- what... matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter) (Words... matter)
Word's don't matter now
(They don't matter!)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(What, little bitch?)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Da-da-little-bitch-abababababa-little-bitch-ababa)
[Verse 1]
I'm attackin' shit, poppin' pistols and packin' shit
Flow is immaculate, I don't practice it, off the dome on a acid trip
Pass the chips, gotta tune into my new massive hit
Passively passing as master, pass 'ya shit, I'll... pass on a whip
Bitch, I grip the pistol when I'm pissed off
Shoot a missile, early dismissal
Changing my initials to XXL, best to sell, I see?
Well, Sandy sells seashells on the seashore
See whore, you're boring, I got a business tactic
It's fantastic, all I do is crap shit and pass it as massivе
In mass, like in science class, which I did not pass
Bitch told mе I failed with a 69
Let's see if I pass when we fuck tonight, heh
Yeah, lemme cut inside your ego and hollow it out
I'm fuckin' your bitch, hear the swallowing sound?
I'm tuckin' a stick, I will follow you down
An alley and shoot you, you fallin' right down
You wanna throw hands? Quit stallin' then, now
Or I'll cut you up and really launch them around
So shut the fuck up, that is not what you 'bout, bitch
Just kidding, I'm just talkin' my shit
But it's not knockin' though it's a hit and you know it
So why it matter that I fib if I'm blowing? (huh?)
[Hook]
Words do not matter
Do not matter what I say
'Cause my flow is so impeccable
You know you 'gon replay either way
I ain't no fuckin' gangster, ain't no saint
But I got the dopest pen game
And I'm coming for your brain
For your brain!
[Verse 2]
Think I won't lie to get a few racks?
You think when it's a banger we spitting true facts?
Now, it is true that when I'm in the booth gats
Spray off when I hit the boom bap
Go and send your crew back
It ain't serious, hoe, it's a written, doing rap
Put the fear in a soul 'cause they shit is so wack
I'm appearing as though I'm a villain, in fact
I'm saving the show and I'm fillin' in cracks
You bitch made, you get cut in the gut with a switch blade
Which way you gonna run when I spit flames?
Pen game insane 'cause my sensei taught me well
I studied Marshall's art
Which makes me get paid, been tame
Now, I rip page after page while you rip page after page
And you throw it in the trash, see, I'm knowin' that you wack
When you flowin' on the track, you be chokin' and it's bad
And you're soakin' in this fact
Hocus, pocus, flow is so good, no could fuck with GOAT
When I'm in the zone, I'm showin' hoes and bros ain't wise
Goin' toe to toe with mike
I broke your heart? My condolences, we can't coexist
You can throat the dick, I can grope your tits
I get home that's it, don't phone me, bitch, you a phony bitch
Yeah, let's go back to the slow flow
Finna put the whole game in a choke hold
Yeah, I aim for the goal post
Embis so cold and he won't fold
Set the bar so high, I can pole vault over it
And you bitches won't go close to me
I'm a Doberman pincher pokin' in to your neck with my teeth
So when Embis attacks? Expect you can bleed
[Hook]
Words do not matter
Do not matter what I say
'Cause my flow is so impeccable
You know you 'gon replay either way
I ain't no fuckin' gangster, ain't no saint
But I got the dopest pen game
And I'm coming for your brain
For your brain!
[Outro]
(Words do not matter, what- what... matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Words... not... matter, what- what... matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Matter, matter, what- what... matter) (Yeah, yeah, words don't matter now)
(Yeah, yeah, words don't matter) (Words... matter)
( Embis )
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