spit it out
Look, your time is ticking, all them feathers I'm plucking
Must have blue feet, when they see me they duck-ducking
Opps is cluck-clucking, these motherfuckers is chickens
Way I'm talking 'bout birds you'd think I was Emily Dickins'
Or more like Charles Darwin
Goofies think they informan'
Gon' reap the seeds you sow, so I hope you real good at farming
I'm soaring in a Boeing, y'all go down in flames
Collect and dip like it's Monopoly, 'cause Ion play games
Got flawless aims with bars for days like I'm incarcerated
Gon' floss on all occasions, so much so the shock is fading
I'm waiting for this viewpoint of yours
So go ahead, open wide, said you got you the floor, so just
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
You got something to say, well my face right here
'Cause you been yapping to the masses
But you still steer clear, so just
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Come on and share your opinion, swear I won't clapback
But if you coming with some nonsense
We gon' smoke your pack
All of you thriving in factions, uh
I don't got time for the captions, uh
Talking but don't bring the action, I can't imagine
No I can't fathom it
Heard they got beef and I'm smashing it
All of them haters is average
That's why they saddened, I'm chilling in satin
If coward a prod', then you got you a patent
I do this incredibly
They was talking that shit so they dead to me
So best go get the hearses, treat 'em like curses
Spit in they face, like how I do verses
I am earnest in the shit I talk, 'cause I know I walk that walk
Playing roles and then they block
All of them can suck my-
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, calm down, calm down!
Sorry
No, don't apologize, just do better
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
You got something to say, well my face right here
'Cause you been yapping to the masses
But you still steer clear, so just
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Come on and share your opinion, swear I won't clapback
But if you coming with some nonsense
We gon' smoke your pack
Like, they really be playing with me and thinking it's sweet, ha
There ain't no sugar on this side, capiche?
They be on some keyboard warrior stuff too
Don't think I don't notice, goofy
Must have blue feet, when they see me they duck-ducking
Opps is cluck-clucking, these motherfuckers is chickens
Way I'm talking 'bout birds you'd think I was Emily Dickins'
Or more like Charles Darwin
Goofies think they informan'
Gon' reap the seeds you sow, so I hope you real good at farming
I'm soaring in a Boeing, y'all go down in flames
Collect and dip like it's Monopoly, 'cause Ion play games
Got flawless aims with bars for days like I'm incarcerated
Gon' floss on all occasions, so much so the shock is fading
I'm waiting for this viewpoint of yours
So go ahead, open wide, said you got you the floor, so just
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
You got something to say, well my face right here
'Cause you been yapping to the masses
But you still steer clear, so just
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Come on and share your opinion, swear I won't clapback
But if you coming with some nonsense
We gon' smoke your pack
All of you thriving in factions, uh
I don't got time for the captions, uh
Talking but don't bring the action, I can't imagine
No I can't fathom it
Heard they got beef and I'm smashing it
All of them haters is average
That's why they saddened, I'm chilling in satin
If coward a prod', then you got you a patent
I do this incredibly
They was talking that shit so they dead to me
So best go get the hearses, treat 'em like curses
Spit in they face, like how I do verses
I am earnest in the shit I talk, 'cause I know I walk that walk
Playing roles and then they block
All of them can suck my-
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, calm down, calm down!
Sorry
No, don't apologize, just do better
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
You got something to say, well my face right here
'Cause you been yapping to the masses
But you still steer clear, so just
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Come on and share your opinion, swear I won't clapback
But if you coming with some nonsense
We gon' smoke your pack
Like, they really be playing with me and thinking it's sweet, ha
There ain't no sugar on this side, capiche?
They be on some keyboard warrior stuff too
Don't think I don't notice, goofy
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Writer(s): Nolan Lee Lewis, Nyombo Beats
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