Miss Me

Miss me with that bullshit
Miss me with that dumb shit
I ain't doing it for data rates
I ain't doing it for a database
But for heavy bases
808 and drum shits originated slum
Shits I do for a bigger glow
See at last they gon hear me though
Play my song on the radio
They got me dancing in a video
Strapping like I'm Fivio
Wilding in the studio
But they know I'm that bastard
My ego gigantic
I conquer all them bitches hearts quick
I'm rom's antics
So many names
Marley who, Marley Bob
I got you bumping your head
Call me Steve, call me jobs
Call me lord, call me Râ, call me God
Oh my God
Yeah
Don't know if you feel me
But I'm pretty sure you hear me
Like I said all you bitches better miss me with that bullshit
Yeah

I made a verse with some heart and my deal is a 369
Might as well come with a Tesla
619
Bitch Imma wrestle maniacs
And Imma kill em in the name of God
Shit
Rage against the machines
It's like Elon Imma free the bird
Fuck the BBC
Get up in the ring and slap the shit outta
Zuckerberg
Bitch

OK shots ain't critics
Ops got gimmicks
Onomatopoeia from guns ain't lyrics
Fans ain't critics
Artists ain't medics
But everybody listen if you got some image
Then you'll get some leverage
Rising above average
They falling for the melodies
But shit is still garbage
With a lot of coverage from them shows
With these hoes who just graduated from college
That's some snow bunny hoes
With some snow in the nose
But I'm not Mister Freeze
I got a W Rizz
Please
I ain't checking analytics if I want pussy
Them cats fishing
Them cats tweaking
I'm seeing Red
I'm the bully, you just peeping
Scotty Pippen
I go hard fucking deep in
deep in, deep in, deep in, deep in
I see red wile I'm creeping
I C-walk wile I'm stomping
In the yard we all steppin
I'm the goat in the making
Bitch