Oh Really Huh? (feat. Jensen)
She posted pictures and shit
Sit in the corner and weep
All she wanted was just to fit
I say you should get some sleep
Man I is hungry
I need some shit in ma tummy
Problem is that food costs money
So I got to work for money
Don't you think it's funny
That you expect me to explode
According to how you thought that
I'd respond to your bullshit
2017 I Bit way more than I can chew
Tryna get in on this rap shit, I just wanted to break thru
All my bars I write myself, so you know I'm always spitting truth
Took 3 years to drop a song always slacking round too
Really huh
What you tryna say to my face
Tryna jump me
Send me the location of the place
Driving backseat
You gonna dirty your backseats
I ain't fake
No taxi no taxi no taxi
You're just a roadkill
Lying at the bottom of the molehill
I'm Sheraton you're motel
Rent free with gossip and tale-tell
Forehead so big got too much room in it
Pissing on your cranium call you a dickhead
Eyes so green that's why you spit acid
Jealousy I deal with on the basic
Sneak around Snickering Snick Slick Slack
They butter you up stab you in the back
Smile Wave how you doing just don't care
Take a ride break your bank free shit no fare
Talk sweet talk shit what's the difference
End of the day I'm way too kind
Bust my ass work hard for the coma's
Payday spend it all in seconds
Oh how the tables have turned
Y'all use to mock me talk shit bout me lending my broke ass money
Now I'm making money stacking big racks I'm lending to your broke ass
Now you tryna pull up with that homie bullshit
sit yo snake ass down
Tell me I cannot do it
Face mask for the bars I spit
My rap too contagious
Multiply like the duet
Pressure on me like Atlas
I carry the game and I'm holding on
Got a chip on my shoulder I'm reckless
Sparks on my feet I prove them wrong
Shoutout to Nigel carrying our flag in the UK
Before all of the achievements they tell everyone you're crazy
Never be catching me walking your path I trailblaze
Doubt can only slow me I'm still running the race
Beam or a Zeus I ride those scooters for free
I ride them to get that bag y'all just show off on the Gram we ain't the same
Giancarlo Esposito now these clowns tryna call me gringo sometimes it's even amigo
Snakes in the grass cut them up with a hoe
You doubt and count me out
I'll pave my own straight path
Your lies won't get this loud
The Lord you'll face His Wrath
You doubt and count me out
I'll pave my own straight path
Your lies won't get this loud
The Lord you'll face His Wrath
Used to value clout like Gold ate attention up like Rice
Now I'm just tryna be low-key don't want nor need all eyes on me
These kids just want a come-up got no purpose to their lives
Spend all day in Bukit Bintang walk around so aimlessly
Rats and roaches concrete jungle, stuck with dead-end jobs
Dropped out now all they do is whine bout how they always broke
Ayayay man chill tf what do you think you're doing
This is supposed to be a fun song
no need to go insulting the customer base dude
I mean
Those kids you just talked smack about
Are the ones we need listening to this song
I mean I just thought to finish on a high note and stuff
Nah man that outro's whack
And you suck
Screw this I'm outta here