The End. (Acoustic Version)
Smoke that Aher pack,
That Tyran pack,
That Shane pack,
Now Ima get my getback
Ahh
Ayy
Ayy, yuh
NLA? Y'all gon be the prey
N' I'm the predator, not in that way...
Man, run that shit back
You think I'm just gon repost my old shit without makin' it better?
Hell nah
Music shit, it won't get you laid
Step down, yo, you in 9th grade
"It's my life" is some ass
So I gotta drop this, masterclass
Songs was for giggles and shits
But I'm goin' in now...
Y'all NLA can watch this
Yo
Can't even hear y'all itty bitty voice
Lookin' like some little tiny boys
This rappin' wack would rather listen to white noise (ooh)
Switchin' out yo genres just for fun
That bad music you got is done (yup)
Yikes bro, it sounds like a curse
Playboi Egg here callin' you worse
This ain't no complex shit, I'm hating on your music
Y'all drop L rhymes, lurk with merc with lurking?
Like damn bro, that shit ain't working
Talkin' 'bout some NLA lookin' ass shit
Iss' all bad, I'm gon say it
In the end, me vs you, I'm way more lit
Ooh
Yes, I'm hating
Ooh
No innovation
Ooh
So I drop tracks
And, you, waiting...
Man, y'all just there like sitting ducks
I'ma drop my flames, ion give no fucks
You think you're really cool
But you still in school
I'm spitting fire, das a fact
Yo' music should be in the trash
This shit is gon' get me bashed
But for now? I'm just goin' rap it
Especially after hearin' all that sad shit
1 sec, I needa break- Actually,
I got a better idea...
Yeah
I'm dropping it
I'm stopping it
Pull up to ya block, now I got yo' bitch
Don't even gotta say that much shit
I ain't a rapper but it's a funny bit (lol)
'Bouta drop these bars (bars)
Got me some supercars (cars)
Call me Mr. White, I'm dark like a knight
Got a couple millies overnight (ka-ching!)
Don't take Xanax, don't pop pills
I got bands, I got drill
Hop out at the afterparty
Like I'm Don Toliver with the Bacardi (sip)
NLA? Never rap again, some lil' boys in a playpen
Yeah, you got some alright flow
But that rhymezone gets you no hoes (ooh)
Now sitcho ass down, listen to this
(YOOO)
Drop lyrics for breakfast, it's that easy
Any bitch wanna talk, I make him queasy
The lyrics in "Attack That" ain't shit
You oughta rename it "Wack Rap," ya little bitch
Throwing up some gang signs like
"Yeah dude, Imma crip
That Tyran pack,
That Shane pack,
Now Ima get my getback
Ahh
Ayy
Ayy, yuh
NLA? Y'all gon be the prey
N' I'm the predator, not in that way...
Man, run that shit back
You think I'm just gon repost my old shit without makin' it better?
Hell nah
Music shit, it won't get you laid
Step down, yo, you in 9th grade
"It's my life" is some ass
So I gotta drop this, masterclass
Songs was for giggles and shits
But I'm goin' in now...
Y'all NLA can watch this
Yo
Can't even hear y'all itty bitty voice
Lookin' like some little tiny boys
This rappin' wack would rather listen to white noise (ooh)
Switchin' out yo genres just for fun
That bad music you got is done (yup)
Yikes bro, it sounds like a curse
Playboi Egg here callin' you worse
This ain't no complex shit, I'm hating on your music
Y'all drop L rhymes, lurk with merc with lurking?
Like damn bro, that shit ain't working
Talkin' 'bout some NLA lookin' ass shit
Iss' all bad, I'm gon say it
In the end, me vs you, I'm way more lit
Ooh
Yes, I'm hating
Ooh
No innovation
Ooh
So I drop tracks
And, you, waiting...
Man, y'all just there like sitting ducks
I'ma drop my flames, ion give no fucks
You think you're really cool
But you still in school
I'm spitting fire, das a fact
Yo' music should be in the trash
This shit is gon' get me bashed
But for now? I'm just goin' rap it
Especially after hearin' all that sad shit
1 sec, I needa break- Actually,
I got a better idea...
Yeah
I'm dropping it
I'm stopping it
Pull up to ya block, now I got yo' bitch
Don't even gotta say that much shit
I ain't a rapper but it's a funny bit (lol)
'Bouta drop these bars (bars)
Got me some supercars (cars)
Call me Mr. White, I'm dark like a knight
Got a couple millies overnight (ka-ching!)
Don't take Xanax, don't pop pills
I got bands, I got drill
Hop out at the afterparty
Like I'm Don Toliver with the Bacardi (sip)
NLA? Never rap again, some lil' boys in a playpen
Yeah, you got some alright flow
But that rhymezone gets you no hoes (ooh)
Now sitcho ass down, listen to this
(YOOO)
Drop lyrics for breakfast, it's that easy
Any bitch wanna talk, I make him queasy
The lyrics in "Attack That" ain't shit
You oughta rename it "Wack Rap," ya little bitch
Throwing up some gang signs like
"Yeah dude, Imma crip
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Writer(s): Playboi Egg
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