Rant 687
These bitches talking all this shit
While they know they wrong
Imma need to call you back
On my other Phone
No need to get so mad
Oh wait, you're out of your comfort zone
You should probably call your dad
He'll pick you up and drive you home
Oh my God
You's a bitch
You's a baby
You fell off your high horse
And now you acting shady
Need to kick you in the head
Will it hurt? fucking maybe
Now cry to your dad while you drive his Mercedes
These fake fucks
I don't like to deal with no V-bucks
I'm trynna buy a truck so I can ride with who I trust
I'll leave you in the dust
I'll leave you in the Kold
You'd get swallowed up in seconds
Until all that's left are bones
Oh my god,
You's a kid you a crazy
I might be a little strange
But you use a Glock without the safety
You finna shoot yourself and turn your brain into some gravy
So tasty, that's right I been on my dark shit lately
Usually, I only write hooks but that ain't now
This a rant about the people I wish and will fucking hunt down
You people acting stupid
Bunch of clowns with no mask on
It's funny because I'm the one laughing
Like I got a syndrome
I'm like Joaquin Phoenix
You're Robert De Niro
You say you'll pay me back but you ain't got no dinero
You act rich cuz you ain't got shit to talk about
You're boring
Catch some inspiration you can stay around
While they know they wrong
Imma need to call you back
On my other Phone
No need to get so mad
Oh wait, you're out of your comfort zone
You should probably call your dad
He'll pick you up and drive you home
Oh my God
You's a bitch
You's a baby
You fell off your high horse
And now you acting shady
Need to kick you in the head
Will it hurt? fucking maybe
Now cry to your dad while you drive his Mercedes
These fake fucks
I don't like to deal with no V-bucks
I'm trynna buy a truck so I can ride with who I trust
I'll leave you in the dust
I'll leave you in the Kold
You'd get swallowed up in seconds
Until all that's left are bones
Oh my god,
You's a kid you a crazy
I might be a little strange
But you use a Glock without the safety
You finna shoot yourself and turn your brain into some gravy
So tasty, that's right I been on my dark shit lately
Usually, I only write hooks but that ain't now
This a rant about the people I wish and will fucking hunt down
You people acting stupid
Bunch of clowns with no mask on
It's funny because I'm the one laughing
Like I got a syndrome
I'm like Joaquin Phoenix
You're Robert De Niro
You say you'll pay me back but you ain't got no dinero
You act rich cuz you ain't got shit to talk about
You're boring
Catch some inspiration you can stay around
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Writer(s): Jökull Karlsson
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