I'm slamming drinks
Like when a door shut
I hope one day
I'll be living on a tour bus
I'll kick your dog in the stomach
And that's a poor pup
Think I give 1, 2, 3
Or even 4 fucks?
Nah
I only care to act upon a plan
That I thought of at my moms place
Gotta take a chance
Wait
So you're a guy
But wearing lady pants
Yo that's ironic
Cause it takes a bitch to make a man
Yo
You gotta step out of your comfort zone
Found a girl that I could love
And now I'm yelling fuck the hoes
Did a couple months ago
Now I got triumphant flows
While you rap without a story
Like a bungalow
Whoa
Oh no
You ain't like that
If I drop a diss on this bitch
He wouldn't write back
Right back
To grabbin the mic and writing tight tracks
Might laugh
At all of the artists who just write trash
Uhh
Cause when I spit it gets repetitive
Adrenaline
Be pumping through my top
Like a Remington
Used to use the medicine
But then I found my head again
Now I'm fucking happy
I don't needa use a sedative
It's Skitzo Nation in this bitch
So fucking face it
I'm like the Lizard Squad
Cause they'll never ever trace it
Now the motto for my life's
Pretty simple and it's basic
If we talking
Digits, bitches, or the Liquor
Never chase it!