Remote Control
Always be on my shine
People be pushing buttons always feeling like a remote
Aint in control but i got this
Skittle this Skittle that
People say be on point with the beat imma be how i want on my beat
Tryna run from the ops
It be cold outside
If you fold under pressure you a fake
You be looking like a oster
Imma blend you with my oster
Finna throw you in the tank
Imma heat you up like a microwave
If you a nark imma throw you in da oven
Only walking around in Nike
Always feels like i got 5 stars on me
Aint playing that Grand Theft Auto
Not on that iphone 6 trend only that 11 pro
Imma mix you like a mixer
My cats finna eat you like cat food
My team finna kill you like a deer
Aint slamming no doors unlike you
Aint stirring soup unlike you
You need a chill pill in that slurp
You be slurping all them guys like its nothing aint slurping me
Finna make you a sandwhich and feed you to da homeless
Not capping about you but you capping bout me
Aint reading no books
Not having my lyrics ghost written
Aint sticking my nose in your water so get yours out mine
Stop pressing my buttons before i hand press you
You finna get swept like a broom
Not playing uno cuz youre not a deck of cards
You be looking like a loaf of bread pretty nasty
Imma have my team sew you together next month
You finna be hiding in the lockup
Stop being the rat you are
My teeth aint looking colorful
Broski been serving some time he never thought he would
Aint playing no games aint catching a case
People be pushing buttons always feeling like a remote
Aint in control but i got this
Skittle this Skittle that
People say be on point with the beat imma be how i want on my beat
Tryna run from the ops
It be cold outside
If you fold under pressure you a fake
You be looking like a oster
Imma blend you with my oster
Finna throw you in the tank
Imma heat you up like a microwave
If you a nark imma throw you in da oven
Only walking around in Nike
Always feels like i got 5 stars on me
Aint playing that Grand Theft Auto
Not on that iphone 6 trend only that 11 pro
Imma mix you like a mixer
My cats finna eat you like cat food
My team finna kill you like a deer
Aint slamming no doors unlike you
Aint stirring soup unlike you
You need a chill pill in that slurp
You be slurping all them guys like its nothing aint slurping me
Finna make you a sandwhich and feed you to da homeless
Not capping about you but you capping bout me
Aint reading no books
Not having my lyrics ghost written
Aint sticking my nose in your water so get yours out mine
Stop pressing my buttons before i hand press you
You finna get swept like a broom
Not playing uno cuz youre not a deck of cards
You be looking like a loaf of bread pretty nasty
Imma have my team sew you together next month
You finna be hiding in the lockup
Stop being the rat you are
My teeth aint looking colorful
Broski been serving some time he never thought he would
Aint playing no games aint catching a case
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Writer(s): Tristen Smith
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