Nothin Bouch It

I don't really give a fuck yeah
I don't really give a fuck

Come through see me pull up
Only real ones with us
A good night when the skirts down
Riding round the town

Only send subs above the ground
Not your circle still around
Drip so hard need a submarine
Under the sea
Hurt your leg going oh ocean
So fuck going in, when you
Don't know nothin bout shit
Never even took biology bitch
At night get higher than astrology, which
Brings me to another point another sight to see
Fly with ease over every beat, cook rappers like eggs going over easy
My flow is greasy
My thoughts are 3D
Rap like she needs me
Need to succeed at the dream
Biggest fiend no substance seems to appease these things I need to achieve
For me myself and I

So at night I,
I just get a little high

Come through see me pull up
Only real ones with us
A good night when the skirts down
Riding round the town

My delivery, doesn't live up to, the writing
Some trouble coming up with enough variety
Once you search too much, it's tough to find me
Oozing muck, shit's fuckin slimy
Losing sucks, as if I care
Next time I'll squeeze out the win
Blessed when I want, swear I can sneeze on a whim
You say innovate but I see followin
Anything I hit gotta be full spectrum
They live life as highlights, can't really expect em to spot the difference
I'm still mad, that they act like it takes a lot to listen
I'm watchin the plot thicken

Come through see me pull up
Only real ones with us

Riding round the town



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle French
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