Unoriginal
I feel like being
Uh, what's the word
Unoriginal, I feel like being unoriginal
Flying so high like I'm mo'fuckin' Peter Pan
Don't fuckin' try me cause I'm undefeated, man
Bitch, you can't handle it, I hope your speaker can
Slap with my dick 'cause that shit got a meter span
I hit your teachers and parents
You need any clarity, that mean I'll make you an orphan
AR gon' scream in the air when you testing me
Y'all getting checked off the dextromethorphan
I'm trippin' sack, I ain't lacking though, nah nah
Ain't coming back so I packed some Opana
Burning the ground in a busted up Honda
Ain't got the pack, lit it up with your momma
Rocking the special from Target, I don't give a fuck about buying a bunch of designer
Ain't feel I'm special enough in real life, but when I'm making music, shit hot as a sauna
Shredding your face into bits with the stick
I'ma run outta breath if I spit it like this
If I do any less then I'm gonna be boring
How the fuck that gonna end me up touring
I really don't know a damn thing
According to all of 'em sleeping on me while they snoring
Been tryna wake 'em all up for some time now
Open your eyes motherfucker, good morning
Need to be sorting your shit out
I'ma pull up with the bitch out
I'm gonna whip out a mo'fuckin' stick and all y'all motherfuckers should get down
Don't wan' get hit with a spent round
I ain't no wolf, I'ma blow through your brick house
Pull the fuck up with my dick out
Piss on your face, don't give a fuck or a shit now
I'm bout to shut this whole bitch down, aye
Uh, what's the word
Unoriginal, I feel like being unoriginal
Flying so high like I'm mo'fuckin' Peter Pan
Don't fuckin' try me cause I'm undefeated, man
Bitch, you can't handle it, I hope your speaker can
Slap with my dick 'cause that shit got a meter span
I hit your teachers and parents
You need any clarity, that mean I'll make you an orphan
AR gon' scream in the air when you testing me
Y'all getting checked off the dextromethorphan
I'm trippin' sack, I ain't lacking though, nah nah
Ain't coming back so I packed some Opana
Burning the ground in a busted up Honda
Ain't got the pack, lit it up with your momma
Rocking the special from Target, I don't give a fuck about buying a bunch of designer
Ain't feel I'm special enough in real life, but when I'm making music, shit hot as a sauna
Shredding your face into bits with the stick
I'ma run outta breath if I spit it like this
If I do any less then I'm gonna be boring
How the fuck that gonna end me up touring
I really don't know a damn thing
According to all of 'em sleeping on me while they snoring
Been tryna wake 'em all up for some time now
Open your eyes motherfucker, good morning
Need to be sorting your shit out
I'ma pull up with the bitch out
I'm gonna whip out a mo'fuckin' stick and all y'all motherfuckers should get down
Don't wan' get hit with a spent round
I ain't no wolf, I'ma blow through your brick house
Pull the fuck up with my dick out
Piss on your face, don't give a fuck or a shit now
I'm bout to shut this whole bitch down, aye
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Writer(s): Christian Mueller
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