A Bottle Of
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff
Ready to jump off
Y'all bugging, I'm just taking the piss
But I do a better job, at raising yo kids
Tell 'em to shut up
You think you fucking funny? Nuh uh G
But this beat, makes me go dummy
Mommy I'm on one
You got guts made of gummy
Spending monopoly money, trust me
You're looking kinda lost son
So what's the cost huh? I heard your boss, thought I'm awesome
Yeah of course, I got your job, stop gawking, so awkward
What a nerd, bet you never smoked a blunt once
Got too much talent, fuck it, you want some?
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a- uh- uh
Second verse, don't take it personal
It could be worse, could be pushing 30 bro
Dirty flow, but you fuckers ain't heard it tho
Working slow, in the bushes I be lurking low
Swirling home, on a bottle of whatever I got
Penny for my thought, you'll end up spending a lot
What's in the pot? Heard that he's cooking something hot
On the spot, take a shot, in the dark, short of luck
Sorta fucked, but I bet you're getting used, to it
Whenever there's a problem you just push, through it
Screw it, you don't wanna look, stupid
ZEP on the beat now that's some good, music
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a- uh- uh
But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff
Ready to jump off
Y'all bugging, I'm just taking the piss
But I do a better job, at raising yo kids
Tell 'em to shut up
You think you fucking funny? Nuh uh G
But this beat, makes me go dummy
Mommy I'm on one
You got guts made of gummy
Spending monopoly money, trust me
You're looking kinda lost son
So what's the cost huh? I heard your boss, thought I'm awesome
Yeah of course, I got your job, stop gawking, so awkward
What a nerd, bet you never smoked a blunt once
Got too much talent, fuck it, you want some?
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a- uh- uh
Second verse, don't take it personal
It could be worse, could be pushing 30 bro
Dirty flow, but you fuckers ain't heard it tho
Working slow, in the bushes I be lurking low
Swirling home, on a bottle of whatever I got
Penny for my thought, you'll end up spending a lot
What's in the pot? Heard that he's cooking something hot
On the spot, take a shot, in the dark, short of luck
Sorta fucked, but I bet you're getting used, to it
Whenever there's a problem you just push, through it
Screw it, you don't wanna look, stupid
ZEP on the beat now that's some good, music
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff
Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this
But I've been standing on the edge of a- uh- uh
Credits
Writer(s): Mads Christophersen
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