D.T.M.S
If you don't got no grip don't tell me shit bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
If you not bout action act like a bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
You like rapping You know what I should fix bitch
Shut your lip Don't tell me shit
Keep giving suggestions and we gone mix
That's real shit Don't tell me shit
Since when do you be rapping come on tell me bro
Why yo goofy ass not on the radio Bet they play me though
Capping all that's happening you don't scare me hoe
When I rap you hearing I got magic flow This ain't no magic show
I been fucking passive not gone smack a hoe
Unless the beat stuck up like this is traffic yo
Know what's tragic tho I been holding back on all you naggers for
Too muhfuckin long let's go (But y'all not ready for it)
Punk lil pussy motherfuckers You suck an utter
And nothing other butt cheek cuddler
I've been laughed at shit on quit on all my life
So now it's fuck you Fuck them And fuck ya ma's thrice
I don't roll no dice
I've been waiting on the time to kill you swine now got you in my sights
And when you die its ice
Like I see E-normous chances to do my dances on your grave like Christ and I'm for real
If you don't got not grip don't tell me shit bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
If you not bout action act like a bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
You like rapping you know what I should fix bitch
Shut your lip Don't tell me shit
Keep giving suggestions and we gone mix
That's real shit Don't tell me shit
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
If you not bout action act like a bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
You like rapping You know what I should fix bitch
Shut your lip Don't tell me shit
Keep giving suggestions and we gone mix
That's real shit Don't tell me shit
Since when do you be rapping come on tell me bro
Why yo goofy ass not on the radio Bet they play me though
Capping all that's happening you don't scare me hoe
When I rap you hearing I got magic flow This ain't no magic show
I been fucking passive not gone smack a hoe
Unless the beat stuck up like this is traffic yo
Know what's tragic tho I been holding back on all you naggers for
Too muhfuckin long let's go (But y'all not ready for it)
Punk lil pussy motherfuckers You suck an utter
And nothing other butt cheek cuddler
I've been laughed at shit on quit on all my life
So now it's fuck you Fuck them And fuck ya ma's thrice
I don't roll no dice
I've been waiting on the time to kill you swine now got you in my sights
And when you die its ice
Like I see E-normous chances to do my dances on your grave like Christ and I'm for real
If you don't got not grip don't tell me shit bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
If you not bout action act like a bitch
Don't tell me shit Don't tell me shit
You like rapping you know what I should fix bitch
Shut your lip Don't tell me shit
Keep giving suggestions and we gone mix
That's real shit Don't tell me shit
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Writer(s): Cheyne Claxton
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