Mythbustas
Bust on her face like a myth, boy
You got some leaf, I got sticks, boy
Treat me like me like shit, you a bitch, boy
I got your car on my wrist, boy
Relic be steady with hits, boy
You are so broke, not a rich, boy
Adam and me hitting licks, boy
You want the truth this is it, boy
Woah
Aye
My shit go click click click
Dead, yea
Yah
Yah
Yah
My shit go tick tick tick
Why you be testing my patience?
Shorty be loving my fragrance
I got a lock on who hatin
You told on the bro, you an agent
I heard you a bitch, thats confirmed
Everything that I got, I done earned
I told her this dick is not hers
I call her said 'wait for your turn'
Got head in the shower, thats showerhead
I got water, its dripping like shower head
I be rollin with larry's like power pack
Shoot at me and miss? you aint comin back
Last I heard from him, his head was goin splat
Better clean up that mess, I aint liking that
All this money be spinning like color guard
Heard they dropping like flies on they boulevard
Now they acting like bitches with bubble tea
But I can't let his sorry ass trouble me
If you hatin, you best do it publicly
Cuz this pistol is not built for subtlety
Yahhh
Bust on her face like a myth, boy
You got some leaf, I got sticks, boy
Treat me like me like shit, you a bitch, boy
I got your car on my wrist, boy
Relic be steady with hits, boy
You are so broke, not a rich, boy
Adam and me hitting licks, boy
You want the truth this is it, boy
Everyone think I'm a bitch?
That shit right there is a myth
I pull up, im mobbin, you better be runnin
I feel like Pharrell with the hits
Just peep all my socials youll see that I'm lit
I dont wanna chug it but I'm takin sips
In the back of the whip we pilin and shit
Bought a ring for my boo, now she smiling and shit
Bitches on bitches its like playin jenga
Breakin the codes imma just have to hang ya
I dont give f*ck what you wanted from me
I be grinding forever, you leeching off me
You know I'm realest, dont have to remind ya
I'm wearing rags, but my bitch in designer
If I was a label, I never would sign ya
Take all that hate and then leave it behind ya
Bust on her face like a myth, boy
You got some leaf, I got sticks, boy
Treat me like me like shit, you a bitch, boy
I got your car on my wrist, boy
Relic be steady with hits, boy
You are so broke, not a rich, boy
Adam and me hitting licks, boy
You want the truth this is it, damn
You got some leaf, I got sticks, boy
Treat me like me like shit, you a bitch, boy
I got your car on my wrist, boy
Relic be steady with hits, boy
You are so broke, not a rich, boy
Adam and me hitting licks, boy
You want the truth this is it, boy
Woah
Aye
My shit go click click click
Dead, yea
Yah
Yah
Yah
My shit go tick tick tick
Why you be testing my patience?
Shorty be loving my fragrance
I got a lock on who hatin
You told on the bro, you an agent
I heard you a bitch, thats confirmed
Everything that I got, I done earned
I told her this dick is not hers
I call her said 'wait for your turn'
Got head in the shower, thats showerhead
I got water, its dripping like shower head
I be rollin with larry's like power pack
Shoot at me and miss? you aint comin back
Last I heard from him, his head was goin splat
Better clean up that mess, I aint liking that
All this money be spinning like color guard
Heard they dropping like flies on they boulevard
Now they acting like bitches with bubble tea
But I can't let his sorry ass trouble me
If you hatin, you best do it publicly
Cuz this pistol is not built for subtlety
Yahhh
Bust on her face like a myth, boy
You got some leaf, I got sticks, boy
Treat me like me like shit, you a bitch, boy
I got your car on my wrist, boy
Relic be steady with hits, boy
You are so broke, not a rich, boy
Adam and me hitting licks, boy
You want the truth this is it, boy
Everyone think I'm a bitch?
That shit right there is a myth
I pull up, im mobbin, you better be runnin
I feel like Pharrell with the hits
Just peep all my socials youll see that I'm lit
I dont wanna chug it but I'm takin sips
In the back of the whip we pilin and shit
Bought a ring for my boo, now she smiling and shit
Bitches on bitches its like playin jenga
Breakin the codes imma just have to hang ya
I dont give f*ck what you wanted from me
I be grinding forever, you leeching off me
You know I'm realest, dont have to remind ya
I'm wearing rags, but my bitch in designer
If I was a label, I never would sign ya
Take all that hate and then leave it behind ya
Bust on her face like a myth, boy
You got some leaf, I got sticks, boy
Treat me like me like shit, you a bitch, boy
I got your car on my wrist, boy
Relic be steady with hits, boy
You are so broke, not a rich, boy
Adam and me hitting licks, boy
You want the truth this is it, damn
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Writer(s): Ethan Lyte
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