Wait stop what you tryna market here?
We don’t take kindly to a crowd that’ll talk that talk and disappear

I don’t even know what I did last weekend
All of it a haze and I went off the deep end
Trapping in ghettos I’m pushing the petal
Don’t fuck with no rap bitch I fuck with the metal

Water coming out open up floodgates
Got another fucking hit cutting up duct tape
Torching the place while I scream “Fuck Bape”
Got amphetamines that I raise in my uptake

Fishing for thots in this mental impairment
You’re looking for likes and it ain’t me ya scaring
Fuck all the shit that you try to pursue
Sending this card and that’s way overdue

I got no benefits I’m underpaid and
I love all my followers I’m underrated
Been chasing the fame no way I’ll be paid
A sum of some money to pocket for change

Wait stop what you tryna market here?
We don’t take kindly to a crowd that’ll talk that talk and disappear
So outta pocket lost up in the mosh pit
Jumping out jets I’m hoppin out the cockpit
Paused then I stopped it popping I’m unconscious
Feeling so dazed I think I’ve gotten nauseous

Later motherfuckers Imma go and get a paper
Bitch I’ve been the best yeah no one else greater
Well they so bad bouta waste ‘nother beat
They’re the shit tier that I made a point to defeat

Ain’t working hourly you working salary
Fuck all the photos you got in your gallery
Need no aesthetic my numbers are steady
I’m blowing up soon and I’m feeling so ready

Ain’t even close they cannot compare
All of these shitters be so unaware
When I shake places I feel the bass play
To the parking lot spot that I copped for the day

Wait stop what you tryna market here?
We don’t take kindly to a crowd that’ll talk that talk and disappear