Set It Off

Yo let me set it off like a pin in a grenade
RKT caught the wave and it's never been the same
Eminem in relapse cause I've never been afraid
I'm with Jay throwing shade cause I've been a renegade
This is real hip hop, pull up like who want what
Sippin my Corona with the blood that you coughed up
Speaking coughed up, that's ironic that I talk blunt
Call you Lana Rhoades when I shoot cause you all suck

I'm just so embarrassed by the way you bitches act
You talk about a strap but your ass is all you clap
Ain't worried in the least when I hear you bitches rap
You coming after me I got your spot right on my lap
It's all fun and games till somebody shoot back
No subs baby girl, not the type to do that
I just mic check, 1-2 it's a wrap
If you come out your neck you get slapped

Radio the hip hop star
I got a big Glock par and the clips on y'all
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
They're comparing us to Paul cause our shit is off the wall
It's like I'm crushing Polaroids with the way that the clip squeeze
Gemini stick you up like she holding a pic seed
We the hardest in the game, don't compare us to pip-squeaks
Rap vampires, that's the reason our lips bleed

I'm sinking my teeth in every single beat
No sympathy is left in me
I done played too nice, look how far that got me
I put bitches on then in turn forgot me
But not anymore, it's all about us
It's RKTHHS we trust
Put that on everything till the day I die
This the set I will rep till my blood runs dry

WHOO! Feel the heat let it burn like D Wade
We spit straight dope like our shit is free base
Which bitch tryna freeway? I'm having a 3 way
With Lana Del Rey and Jennifer please wait
You could give your bitch the digits guarantee you they're prepaid
They think that it's a game I ain't taking bout EA
Homie I got Madden you can have it when it's game time
Exposing all these rappers like an accidental FaceTime

It's just so hard to look past the irony
Facebook has become rapper's diaries
And I don't know why they're trying me
I just do me no time for rivalry
It's a shame how you hate, I got something for that
In this game you get ate and you best to know that
Been around long enough to see through all the fake
Claim you real but when you ride all you bump is Drake HA

Hit you with the BOOM motherfucker when it's bang time
Throw you off a bridge just to recognize your hang time
Chillin with your dame I'm walking on a straight line
Smash her on the couch while I kill you at the same time
Heard it through the grapevine that you're using lame lines
Can't write bars so you figure you would take mine
Tell your mother come over, shut the fuck up while the game's on
Double O D and the pussy like I'm James Bond

Ass so fat, almost looked photoshopped
Seen the way it clapped, had to get a photo op
Bring it back, bring it back, know I like it like that
Asked the girl to dance, she said put on the right track
So I played Khalid then threw on some Lanez
I told her set it off right, no time for games
Shorty put it on me, almost blew my brains
She screamed my name, now can't fuck with lames



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Writer(s): William Leahy
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