Insane! (Talking to God?)
(Jeesh gon' fucking kill 'em, bitch) Uh
The back-end is crazy, the front is insane
Step in the whip and I leave in a plane
Told her she can't never call me again
Uh, uh (uh)
I'm gripping my racks, that shit is a grain
Dissing, now he taking Ls on the main
Broken the game, I spit with a sprain
I hit the flow and start talking to God
Tried to be me, now he out of a job
Should be in bed but I'm letting it rock
Thought it was sweet now he sleeping in socks
I'm barely up with the mob (barely up with the mob)
We don't move on the opps a lot
Taking your spot, but I never park
Don't know how to stop, I didn't have to start
No! Why did you do that? (do that)
I tried to help you out and now I'm through that (through that)
Ain't no talk
Show me how you move that (move that)
He getting blocked
(Nah, I don't ghost nobody, come at me bitch)
You getting dipped by the bath salt tinted
Up score on my villains, I'm always winning
I'm clutching that Fender, boy I'm finna
Rock out with a chop, it clap at a tempo
Come back with a mop, and clean up the center
Keyed up with a lock, the game my ransom
Came up on the block, I live in the fringes
You want your mentions? Then turn to a mention
I put the homies on and took 'em off (clvr)
Done bodied they people, now they looking soft
Ran train on the bitches you wanted to cop
Killed every track that wasn't even my song
They call me un-fuck-with-able
Even if they didn't, they thinking it
New AF1s and I fit in 'em, I'm bout to hit 'em with
(All) Uh (all, whoo)
The back-end is crazy, the front is insane (oh my goodness)
Step in the whip and I leave in a plane (oh my goodness)
Told her she can't never call me again (oh my)
Uh, uh (uh)
I'm gripping my racks, that shit is a grain (he driving)
Dissing, now he taking Ls on the main (I'm vibing)
Broken the game, I spit with a sprain
I hit the flow and start talking to God
Tried to be me, now he out of a job
Should be in bed but I'm letting it rock
Thought it was sweet now he sleeping in socks
I'm barely up with the mob (barely up with the mob)
We don't move on the opps a lot
Taking your spot (but I never park)
Don't know how to stop (I didn't have to start)
OFF
The back-end is crazy, the front is insane
Step in the whip and I leave in a plane
Told her she can't never call me again
Uh, uh (uh)
I'm gripping my racks, that shit is a grain
Dissing, now he taking Ls on the main
Broken the game, I spit with a sprain
I hit the flow and start talking to God
Tried to be me, now he out of a job
Should be in bed but I'm letting it rock
Thought it was sweet now he sleeping in socks
I'm barely up with the mob (barely up with the mob)
We don't move on the opps a lot
Taking your spot, but I never park
Don't know how to stop, I didn't have to start
No! Why did you do that? (do that)
I tried to help you out and now I'm through that (through that)
Ain't no talk
Show me how you move that (move that)
He getting blocked
(Nah, I don't ghost nobody, come at me bitch)
You getting dipped by the bath salt tinted
Up score on my villains, I'm always winning
I'm clutching that Fender, boy I'm finna
Rock out with a chop, it clap at a tempo
Come back with a mop, and clean up the center
Keyed up with a lock, the game my ransom
Came up on the block, I live in the fringes
You want your mentions? Then turn to a mention
I put the homies on and took 'em off (clvr)
Done bodied they people, now they looking soft
Ran train on the bitches you wanted to cop
Killed every track that wasn't even my song
They call me un-fuck-with-able
Even if they didn't, they thinking it
New AF1s and I fit in 'em, I'm bout to hit 'em with
(All) Uh (all, whoo)
The back-end is crazy, the front is insane (oh my goodness)
Step in the whip and I leave in a plane (oh my goodness)
Told her she can't never call me again (oh my)
Uh, uh (uh)
I'm gripping my racks, that shit is a grain (he driving)
Dissing, now he taking Ls on the main (I'm vibing)
Broken the game, I spit with a sprain
I hit the flow and start talking to God
Tried to be me, now he out of a job
Should be in bed but I'm letting it rock
Thought it was sweet now he sleeping in socks
I'm barely up with the mob (barely up with the mob)
We don't move on the opps a lot
Taking your spot (but I never park)
Don't know how to stop (I didn't have to start)
OFF
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Writer(s): Joshua S Meredith
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