YOU.WILL.HATE.THIS

Puff on my weed, Fee-fi-fo-fum
Pussy bitch you better get up in the bed and start to run
Run her bones into dust, better hide before I come
You was lost in the sauce, but I'm lost in the song
I'm a beast, I'm a giant, ignorant and defiant,
Bavarian with a trident there's no way you can divide it
Taking toxins in pill forms for diet, I'm living forever, there's no way that I'm dying

Bitch, I've been working the most, I don't need you to host
My tape fuck the industry, I'm going ghost
Smoking our dope, eye's stay closed
Fuck around, bitch, get a dick in your throat
Me and Giz off as I swerve in the V-dub
Can't say what's up, you can't see us
I don't need a cosign, I don't need a feature
I just need a turkey bag filled with the reefer

Bitch I've had enough of this motherfucking fake shit
Tape it, take it to the fucking Baptist
Rap diss, slap hits, piss in a pot, you get a fat blood clot
Takin' shots of his cock
You will hate this more than I hate me, so fuck out the gate
Never wait for the late, fuck your faith and religion
No not sorry (or) fucking kidding, feed your fans like a pigeon
With stale bread out the kitchen (listen)

I don't see no one bitching or switching up on me
Claim you got the keys, doors still locked up inside his dreams (I said)
I don't see no one bitching or switching up on me
But claim you got the keys, doors still locked up inside his dreams (I said)

Every day I feel so grown from yesterday lately,
You punk-ass motherfuckers thinking that it's cool to be crazy
I come and say my heart is on that track like I don't give a fuck
In person panic attacks from the crowds, I just must have my sister's luck
All have demons stuck inside blocking out full potential
The secrets that we learn to hide for us to be essential
Only a sick as your secrets; I am fucking mental
By the end of the night hand me back my raps I only ran through

Clock ticking faster, mind gone with the bong
Mace in the face, from the bass, fuck the human race
Take, take, always baked, face looks caked,
Make a milkshake from the cream, pushing out the dream team
She chapped my lip and then she chapped my dick
I like my girls crooked thick, bitch send me a pic
Complaining that the dick too big it don't fit in her mouth
That's ironic cause she argued every day and so I dipped out

Me I'm blowing o's out my nose
Just like Pinocchio, she was hanging on my dick
That's how the story goes, I got plenty enemies
I can tell a friend a foe, when she coming to the crib then we kick her out the door
I'm the realest that I seen in a minute, been in it
Rappers keep on talking but they in it diminished
Stay talking all that shit, but that's it don't kick it
Only fucking with the baddest', I had it, bitch I tell the story
I don't care who's asking what you packing, bout you lacking
All your woman ain't close, man they really fucking average
I don't get it why these rappers so pathetic, I said it and meant it
Put them in the coffin and I teach them about the lesson
Bout' the Smith and wesson so they really get the message
why they really want the beefing, man they either on the way
But guaranteed they sleeping
All my women like my whip is foreign European
When we meetin' I ain't fucking with a hoe
Because they changin' like the seasons for no reasons
I'm gon' really knock you out then you really gon' be dreaming, bitch

I got the chains on my body like something be constantly holding me down
I come from nothing they calling my name like I'm something
Like Lonely god the hottest style, like who the fuck that
Man I had to date that
Thinking about the last time that you ran your fucking mouth
And had to take em' down, shout outs, taking the hardest way out
Taking another opportunity cause I be in a lost cause
I was inflicted with the wounds from the bear claws
Man I keep droppin' straight not into benzo's
I flanked left cause I had to jump a couple bad hoes
Fucking around in pussy I be with the scarecrow
Ripped in the infamous, I am the god of this
I am the optimist, can't put a stop to this

I am the god of this, you wanna ride with this
You wanna vibe with this, you wanna die with us
I am the god of this, you wanna ride with this
You wanna vibe with this, you wanna die with us
I am the god of this, I am the god of this
You wanna ride with it, you wanna ride with it
You wanna fuck with it, you wanna fuck with this
You wanna die with us, you wanna ride with us



Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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