Too Bad
Perfect, perfect, perfect!
Uh, yo!
They out here lookin' for me, me, me
But they could never pinpoint me, me, me, me
Black hoodie, mask is what you see, see, see
This the type of shit that I be, be, be, be
Give up little buddy, you ain't got it like that
Rappin' all that trash, you ain't poppin', that's a fact
Say it to my face, you could never, that's cap
Little bum, hatin' on me now that's too bad
Watch how you address me in the gram
It always be the ones clout chasin' on the gram
The types that be out here lookin' messy, being thirsty, thirsty
Word to Bugz Gutta ima go click and blam (blam)
Rappin' so frеsh, so clean like Medino Green
Lеvel up the Mic, I think you pussies can't hear me
Hear me poppin' off while I'm sippin' this wine
Servin' "Stud Realness", Beauty Genuwine
These cunts love to ki about it
But they never be about it
Bankin' like Azealia
Check my wallet in my pocket
All you hoes be starvin'
20 dollars for ya habit
Y'all be trippin' on ya asses
Talkin' shit without the knowledge cuz
They out here lookin' for me, me, me
But they could never pinpoint me, me, me, me
Black hoodie, mask is what you see, see, see
This the type of shit that I be, be, be, be
Give up little buddy, you ain't got it like that
Rappin' all that trash, you ain't poppin', that's a fact
Say it to my face, you could never, that's cap
Little bum, hatin' on me now that's too bad
You know who is this, it's "OG Capitan"
"Spittin' Sandy", and now they spazzin' son
Tickets sold, empty stage, yeah, it has begun
I'm on my Legend shit, I'm like the chosen one
I'm bout to get the bag, fuck poppin' tags
I'm a "Drip God Legend", I am a rare
100K with the baddest when I'm flippin' bands
Real Christian's buyin', poppin', while they fuckin' gettin' mad
The city know, mothafucka know who I am
You my haters up my nose, mothafuckin' fans
Why you hatin', shit, you ain't bout it, fuckin' get the bag
The shallowest year, but you hells gon' fuckin' gag
They out here lookin' for me, me, me
But they could never pinpoint me, me, me, me
Black hoodie, mask is what you see, see, see
This the type of shit that I be, be, be, be
Give up little buddy, you ain't got it like that
Rappin' all that trash, you ain't poppin', that's a fact
Say it to my face, you could never, that's cap
Little bum, hatin' on me now that's too bad
Perfect, perfect, perfect!
Uh, yo!
They out here lookin' for me, me, me
But they could never pinpoint me, me, me, me
Black hoodie, mask is what you see, see, see
This the type of shit that I be, be, be, be
Give up little buddy, you ain't got it like that
Rappin' all that trash, you ain't poppin', that's a fact
Say it to my face, you could never, that's cap
Little bum, hatin' on me now that's too bad
Watch how you address me in the gram
It always be the ones clout chasin' on the gram
The types that be out here lookin' messy, being thirsty, thirsty
Word to Bugz Gutta ima go click and blam (blam)
Rappin' so frеsh, so clean like Medino Green
Lеvel up the Mic, I think you pussies can't hear me
Hear me poppin' off while I'm sippin' this wine
Servin' "Stud Realness", Beauty Genuwine
These cunts love to ki about it
But they never be about it
Bankin' like Azealia
Check my wallet in my pocket
All you hoes be starvin'
20 dollars for ya habit
Y'all be trippin' on ya asses
Talkin' shit without the knowledge cuz
They out here lookin' for me, me, me
But they could never pinpoint me, me, me, me
Black hoodie, mask is what you see, see, see
This the type of shit that I be, be, be, be
Give up little buddy, you ain't got it like that
Rappin' all that trash, you ain't poppin', that's a fact
Say it to my face, you could never, that's cap
Little bum, hatin' on me now that's too bad
You know who is this, it's "OG Capitan"
"Spittin' Sandy", and now they spazzin' son
Tickets sold, empty stage, yeah, it has begun
I'm on my Legend shit, I'm like the chosen one
I'm bout to get the bag, fuck poppin' tags
I'm a "Drip God Legend", I am a rare
100K with the baddest when I'm flippin' bands
Real Christian's buyin', poppin', while they fuckin' gettin' mad
The city know, mothafucka know who I am
You my haters up my nose, mothafuckin' fans
Why you hatin', shit, you ain't bout it, fuckin' get the bag
The shallowest year, but you hells gon' fuckin' gag
They out here lookin' for me, me, me
But they could never pinpoint me, me, me, me
Black hoodie, mask is what you see, see, see
This the type of shit that I be, be, be, be
Give up little buddy, you ain't got it like that
Rappin' all that trash, you ain't poppin', that's a fact
Say it to my face, you could never, that's cap
Little bum, hatin' on me now that's too bad
Perfect, perfect, perfect!
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Brown, Cody Rounds, Alexier Soto-carlo, Kenyatta Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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