D!CKHEAD
Prop, who made it?
So I'm back (I'm back, I'm back)
Uhhh
And this one's called "D!CKHEAD"
Man just I'm sat here, beginning to losing control
I kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
When I say I'm climbing through the ranks, I want god tho
If you want the smoke, I'll smack ya fag right out ya gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up
Fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch
We doing 2cb and seeing stuff
I ain't playing even so Steven can suck my semen
You leaching and fucking preaching
Now shut the fuck up, uh
If a dickhead got me drunk enough
I'd slump a cunt for fucking nothing, uh
And I don't give a fuck no more (no more)
Two fucks, you ain't getting no more (no more)
Two fucks, you ain't getting no more
I put my pen to thе pad, if the pen writes crud
Thеn the pen is the punk to be blamed
I'll back my bitch if a bitch beef her
I'ma back my bad B's every claim
And don't, don't like them man that act like
They do bits when they out on stage
Some fuckin' pricks wanna act too tough
Call bluff
Man just I'm sat here, beginning to losing control
I kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
When I say I'm climbing through the ranks, I want god tho
If you want the smoke, I'll smack ya fag right out ya gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up
Fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch
We doing 2cb and seeing stuff
Uh, I'ma fucking dickhead
I fuck up anything I jump on
BVDLVD run up on the beat and beat it, man
I don't even give no fucks
My drugs got me up in a place of leaning, man
So why you gotta poke your nose up my arse
Like one of them COVID screenings cuz?
Too many man, just cat-cat-cat-cat-cat
Pussies got me heated, fam
If you got the balls to send, my friend, then do it
I'll leave you leakin' harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just fuck up the rap game, that's how the UK do it
Man just got back from a break
And now these rappers wanna start shit, uh
Since September, I been laughin'
I'm too busy blowin' up, Bin Ladin
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin
That's your dad and you know it, you're a smart kid
Bitch, I'm right on target, I'm focused right now
Gonna shell 'til I see that claret, I'll back it
Mana roll will malice and madness
You ain't got that BVDLVD flow
Like I'ma fucking punk
Like I'ma fucking dickhead, man
I'm back to backhand
Slap ya nan, man (Slap ya nan, man)
Fuck 2020, 2020 be shit, fuck that shit, aye, yeah, yeah
Fuck this madness
Kick back, leave it to the dogs
Man I'm coming for the big racks
And feed it to the stocks
Man, I'm getting more than interest
I fascinate the gods
Man, I'm getting all them big checks
And give it to the squad
I'll give any man a left hook
If you cap or jack my flow
I'll hit you with that textbook
Bally on or bally off, I'll leave you with ya next crook
Pussy wanna square up
But can't even hold a press up
Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain't next up
Prop, who made it?
So I'm back (I'm back, I'm back)
Uhhh
And this one's called "D!CKHEAD"
Man just I'm sat here, beginning to losing control
I kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
When I say I'm climbing through the ranks, I want god tho
If you want the smoke, I'll smack ya fag right out ya gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up
Fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch
We doing 2cb and seeing stuff
I ain't playing even so Steven can suck my semen
You leaching and fucking preaching
Now shut the fuck up, uh
If a dickhead got me drunk enough
I'd slump a cunt for fucking nothing, uh
And I don't give a fuck no more (no more)
Two fucks, you ain't getting no more (no more)
Two fucks, you ain't getting no more
I put my pen to thе pad, if the pen writes crud
Thеn the pen is the punk to be blamed
I'll back my bitch if a bitch beef her
I'ma back my bad B's every claim
And don't, don't like them man that act like
They do bits when they out on stage
Some fuckin' pricks wanna act too tough
Call bluff
Man just I'm sat here, beginning to losing control
I kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
When I say I'm climbing through the ranks, I want god tho
If you want the smoke, I'll smack ya fag right out ya gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up
Fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch
We doing 2cb and seeing stuff
Uh, I'ma fucking dickhead
I fuck up anything I jump on
BVDLVD run up on the beat and beat it, man
I don't even give no fucks
My drugs got me up in a place of leaning, man
So why you gotta poke your nose up my arse
Like one of them COVID screenings cuz?
Too many man, just cat-cat-cat-cat-cat
Pussies got me heated, fam
If you got the balls to send, my friend, then do it
I'll leave you leakin' harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just fuck up the rap game, that's how the UK do it
Man just got back from a break
And now these rappers wanna start shit, uh
Since September, I been laughin'
I'm too busy blowin' up, Bin Ladin
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin
That's your dad and you know it, you're a smart kid
Bitch, I'm right on target, I'm focused right now
Gonna shell 'til I see that claret, I'll back it
Mana roll will malice and madness
You ain't got that BVDLVD flow
Like I'ma fucking punk
Like I'ma fucking dickhead, man
I'm back to backhand
Slap ya nan, man (Slap ya nan, man)
Fuck 2020, 2020 be shit, fuck that shit, aye, yeah, yeah
Fuck this madness
Kick back, leave it to the dogs
Man I'm coming for the big racks
And feed it to the stocks
Man, I'm getting more than interest
I fascinate the gods
Man, I'm getting all them big checks
And give it to the squad
I'll give any man a left hook
If you cap or jack my flow
I'll hit you with that textbook
Bally on or bally off, I'll leave you with ya next crook
Pussy wanna square up
But can't even hold a press up
Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain't next up
Prop, who made it?
Credits
Writer(s): George Budworth, Joshua Pearman
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