Burn the Bridge
Go on get up outta my face, 'cause I'll burn the bridge
Not even up for debate, 'cause I'll burn the bridge
I don't really care what you make, 'cause I'll burn the bridge
Yeah, I'mma burn the bridge, lemme hear you try to bitch
Little tiny bitches lookin' down on me
But I'mma make it to the top and push ya ass outcha seat
I'm undefeated and I mean it I'm about to pop off
If a bitch is on the rag, get her drunk, molotov
Mazel Tov, in my loft, why you trynna stay soft
If it's one on one you know I'm about to rip your face off
Go get curb stomped while I'm sippin' burb', cough
In your face all you smell is the menthol
Tired of the scene, tired of the drama
Wanna get alone time and maybe score with yo mama
My bad my bad, I go a little off the rails
Lemme flip a quarter so I get head or tail
Crush the competition I'm the straw that breaks a camel's back
Imagine that, a little white boy became the biggest act
Matter of fact, stop, glock, rattatat, pop pop
Smokin' so much green that I match with the backdrop
You a wack job, joke ya broke bloke go
To a dojo ya flow is so slow
This ghost is much colder than you, ya know part of the new
Dream team I mean, not any harder to do
I beat beats to pieces, it's a part of my thesis
Believe it, it'll take 'em years just to reach this
Huge shout out to Jesus, I'm so facetious
Who else would I thank for this gifted penis
Not even up for debate, 'cause I'll burn the bridge
I don't really care what you make, 'cause I'll burn the bridge
Yeah, I'mma burn the bridge, lemme hear you try to bitch
Little tiny bitches lookin' down on me
But I'mma make it to the top and push ya ass outcha seat
I'm undefeated and I mean it I'm about to pop off
If a bitch is on the rag, get her drunk, molotov
Mazel Tov, in my loft, why you trynna stay soft
If it's one on one you know I'm about to rip your face off
Go get curb stomped while I'm sippin' burb', cough
In your face all you smell is the menthol
Tired of the scene, tired of the drama
Wanna get alone time and maybe score with yo mama
My bad my bad, I go a little off the rails
Lemme flip a quarter so I get head or tail
Crush the competition I'm the straw that breaks a camel's back
Imagine that, a little white boy became the biggest act
Matter of fact, stop, glock, rattatat, pop pop
Smokin' so much green that I match with the backdrop
You a wack job, joke ya broke bloke go
To a dojo ya flow is so slow
This ghost is much colder than you, ya know part of the new
Dream team I mean, not any harder to do
I beat beats to pieces, it's a part of my thesis
Believe it, it'll take 'em years just to reach this
Huge shout out to Jesus, I'm so facetious
Who else would I thank for this gifted penis
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