War

Aw yeah, uh

Time to get this started go ahead and close the door
I got no control make shit go wild in here not a boar, ay
Calling me fantastic but I'm not one of the four
Out here came to eat I'm ready to battle ready for war
Wake up the next day on the couch and get to grinding still
If there's a problem man you gotta tell me what's the deal
Are you mad at me cuz my rhyming torching up like steel
Cuz I'd rather you fuck off than fuck with me ain't been acting real, ay

Something going down at school like the elevator
He punched him good right on the temple he a levitator
Been serving people at their front door food, mm cater
Not taking flicks or hitting licks I earn my own, paper uh
Argue with me you will lose it real quick and throw flag on the field and man
That is a false, start
Not Patrick Star but my flow is retarded we hitting it off like a golf, cart
Rolling up on a date Wiz told me medicate with a bitch two blunts in my, car
Pussy is on my plate knowing I'll get some cake running out fast that's the rough, part
Sentimental for the Polaroids, she shake it shake it on my corduroys
Fucking with my music bring me joy she give me benefits like I'm unemployed
Not in Amish but we smoking doinks, King Dave may he rest up easy
No that loser cannot hit the joint he be slobbering and be hella cheesy
Call him stepping stool you like the smell, of the feet
Girls are Halloween they either trick or get a treat
Can't stop spitting all this heat can't handle that, hot potater
You hate to see me do good cuz you jealous that's a hater

Time to get this started go ahead and close the door
I got no control make shit go wild in here not a boar, ay
Calling me fantastic but I'm not one of the four
Out here came to eat I'm ready to battle ready for war
Wake up the next day on the couch and get to grinding still
If there's a problem man you gotta tell me what's the deal
Are you mad at me cuz my rhyming torching up like steel
Cuz I'd rather you fuck off than fuck with me ain't been acting real

I'm not messing with you anymore been making me frustrated, yeah
On top of the haters like tomato sauce not pasta, uh
Immature and ignorant the worst kid orchestrated, yeah
Swiper you're not swiping go get cancelled you're a visa, uh

I'm coming back going for more bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Urrutia
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