Cøne Gang Phonk
Uh, bitch you get cracked to the tempo
Timbs both staying down flat on em ten toes, uh
Talking to the stacks like schizo
See em in the whip get snatched out the window, uh
Heard they talking bout me I'm like wassup
Diamonds on me got my shirt wet like I upchuck
Dumbstruck, cut em up in case he wanna cut up
Look in the mirror I feel good I was a fuck-up
I don't even need yo fame I want infamy I don't even want yo love
I want em pissed at me
Bring all of yo homies
I be rolling with my infantry
Y'all don't got in you to ever make it to victory
Bitch, i know that you really afraid of getting hit
Hide behind facade, or he hide behind a clique
Hide behind it all, but the veil gon lift
The world need the real, I be going with the shift
What happens when you gotta stand your ground?
And the ones you keep around you ain't protecting you now
And it's just you and me
I'd love to know what you'd allow
So I could stomp your fucking ribs until you bleed from your mouth
Pussy
Bitch I'm so magnificent I wake up and I get to this
I'm never falling off because my mind is fucking limitless
I put these words together that do not make me a lyricist
I create a new world out of nothing I am a physicist
Damn, I was so gone so long
Failed that class made 100 off poems
I'm supposed to get rich I feel it in my bones
If u human ion fear you, bitch fix yo tone
Y'all ain't really hot As this, I think that you should not exist
And maybe your reflection the one that you should be honest with
Y'all be talking crazy, I fix it ima lobotomist
I stand on what I stand on boi it's fuck you and then politics
And I don't gotta fuck with anybody they get bodied quick
My competition incompetent stick to making songs ya bitch
Y'all really frauds ion trust y'all
I be throwing real flame y'all be ducked-off
Aye, aye, aye, WOAH
Cøne gang, told her come suck me slow
They don't like me, I'm like... fuck it
I hit yo bitch up, she like daddy I'm coming
I make statements when I talk
They obsessed with me they stalk
I can't blame have you seen
Smile it gleam and the fit so clean
I keep weapons by my bedside
Blue blade i feel like Jedi
Baby pull up help me get high
I'ma hit it so good lift the legs high
Timbs both staying down flat on em ten toes, uh
Talking to the stacks like schizo
See em in the whip get snatched out the window, uh
Heard they talking bout me I'm like wassup
Diamonds on me got my shirt wet like I upchuck
Dumbstruck, cut em up in case he wanna cut up
Look in the mirror I feel good I was a fuck-up
I don't even need yo fame I want infamy I don't even want yo love
I want em pissed at me
Bring all of yo homies
I be rolling with my infantry
Y'all don't got in you to ever make it to victory
Bitch, i know that you really afraid of getting hit
Hide behind facade, or he hide behind a clique
Hide behind it all, but the veil gon lift
The world need the real, I be going with the shift
What happens when you gotta stand your ground?
And the ones you keep around you ain't protecting you now
And it's just you and me
I'd love to know what you'd allow
So I could stomp your fucking ribs until you bleed from your mouth
Pussy
Bitch I'm so magnificent I wake up and I get to this
I'm never falling off because my mind is fucking limitless
I put these words together that do not make me a lyricist
I create a new world out of nothing I am a physicist
Damn, I was so gone so long
Failed that class made 100 off poems
I'm supposed to get rich I feel it in my bones
If u human ion fear you, bitch fix yo tone
Y'all ain't really hot As this, I think that you should not exist
And maybe your reflection the one that you should be honest with
Y'all be talking crazy, I fix it ima lobotomist
I stand on what I stand on boi it's fuck you and then politics
And I don't gotta fuck with anybody they get bodied quick
My competition incompetent stick to making songs ya bitch
Y'all really frauds ion trust y'all
I be throwing real flame y'all be ducked-off
Aye, aye, aye, WOAH
Cøne gang, told her come suck me slow
They don't like me, I'm like... fuck it
I hit yo bitch up, she like daddy I'm coming
I make statements when I talk
They obsessed with me they stalk
I can't blame have you seen
Smile it gleam and the fit so clean
I keep weapons by my bedside
Blue blade i feel like Jedi
Baby pull up help me get high
I'ma hit it so good lift the legs high
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Writer(s): Jack Dosik, Ethan Yampolsky, Antonio Mejia
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