Matt's Interlude
I'm on time with it
Rush the process cause I know my mind driven
I be throwing shots like a bartender
I'm a hard spitter
Flowing on the harp better
I be stacking up the sharp cheddar
Cut you off like I be swerving in the car better
You know that Dild ain't the most fashionista motherfucker but he still can recognize the Margiela (The Margiela)
Rushing the process, but I'm never speeding on the beat
Like she on cam she make a scene
Like a gram then I'm defeated
I pull up with my car full of gas like I'm a Prius
If you finna tell me I'm a dick then imma fuckin beat it
Dild
Dild
Dild
If you finna tell me I'm a dick then imma fuckin beat it
Sundown but the beat rising
Made this shit on the fly like we freestylin
I keep driving but never hit my peak mileage
I'm well groomed in the stu we keep the beat suave
We boom baps yeah we never keep the beat boxed
My tongue on her cheek ain't needing to sweet talk
I be planting my seed like It's jack in the beanstalk
I'm still rapping on this shit I still go when the beat stops
On some new shit
Rolling with my crew
From the louis
What you cook is from the cap with a pan and you ratatouille
Crazy on the beat, wild on the Tunes Looney
I could fill up an IKEA with all the fans that blew me
Dild
Dild
Dild
If you finna tell me I'm a dick then imma fuckin beat it
(Still can recognize the Margi- the Margiela)
Yeah, okay, Dild
I see the potential there
I got a little cringed out a few times I will admit that as well
But, you can rap
Rush the process cause I know my mind driven
I be throwing shots like a bartender
I'm a hard spitter
Flowing on the harp better
I be stacking up the sharp cheddar
Cut you off like I be swerving in the car better
You know that Dild ain't the most fashionista motherfucker but he still can recognize the Margiela (The Margiela)
Rushing the process, but I'm never speeding on the beat
Like she on cam she make a scene
Like a gram then I'm defeated
I pull up with my car full of gas like I'm a Prius
If you finna tell me I'm a dick then imma fuckin beat it
Dild
Dild
Dild
If you finna tell me I'm a dick then imma fuckin beat it
Sundown but the beat rising
Made this shit on the fly like we freestylin
I keep driving but never hit my peak mileage
I'm well groomed in the stu we keep the beat suave
We boom baps yeah we never keep the beat boxed
My tongue on her cheek ain't needing to sweet talk
I be planting my seed like It's jack in the beanstalk
I'm still rapping on this shit I still go when the beat stops
On some new shit
Rolling with my crew
From the louis
What you cook is from the cap with a pan and you ratatouille
Crazy on the beat, wild on the Tunes Looney
I could fill up an IKEA with all the fans that blew me
Dild
Dild
Dild
If you finna tell me I'm a dick then imma fuckin beat it
(Still can recognize the Margi- the Margiela)
Yeah, okay, Dild
I see the potential there
I got a little cringed out a few times I will admit that as well
But, you can rap
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Hutchins
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