REBOUND! (feat. DATPIFFMAFIA) [OFFLINE]
Yeah yeah
Yeah, you know the truth is the truth you know?
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, when I look at your shit I'm like huh?
When I look at my shit I'm like ahhh
Wave cap got me feeling like Guapdad
All I do is respond, How am I mad?
It gets funny the more that you front (that you front)
Fore you click, make sure it's what you want (huh)
When I'm fucking these alt niggas bitches (yeah)
In the public we cool
In the bed she be singing
I'm fucking my enemies bitches (yeah)
We ain't signing no deal
She just love that we winning
It's on me
I'm down with the sickness
Counting up baby dollars, decimals, digits
I'm fucking these white writers bitches (yeah yeah)
They be pushing me out cause they notice the difference
Been there
Did it (did it)
Your side bitch
Was with it (with it)
Dig it (ha ha)
Uh, D-0-N-O-T fuck with me
Baby I can't be stopped for real
Last nigga tried me broke and lying
Baby I heard this man got grilled (I heard)
Look at the preacher and look at the spiel
Swear on the Bible, I keep it concealed
Kissed with no roses I left em like SEAL (huh)
Why would I pray for your health? (huh)
Baby ill pray for myself (yeah)
Why would I pay for your pics, boo?
I'm fucking somebody else (for real)
I'm fucking somebody better (better)
You bitches just fucking whoever
Yeah, I'm over the top, uh
I get to building off all of the energy built by the opps, uh
I get to aiming the flame
And the banger gon mangle his top, uh
Full Metal Jacket
Rapping smacking harder than soap in a sock, uh
Key be to lock, I'm meaner than most
I cleaned up the flow with a broom and a mop
Flow ain't a prop snake rocking next to me
I drew the line on the side like I'm Brock
Speaking of Brock, line to your face
Copied and paste, left not a trace, you gotta taste
Shit would've been a Zoom meeting
Cause I would've boxed up his face (uh), wait
How you talk shit and get caught with no pole
How you still up and coming you old
Fuck your mama brother sister and niece
Baby you failed try to find a new goal
We know that sly nigga buying that tar
We know you love to put teens behind bars
Quarter hires think it's cute when they sneak
When we catch him we gon pull him apart
It's ugh, it's that way
Counting money your pops in an ashtray
Getting death threats every week (uh)
From some pussies that y'all never see
First your daddy got rolled in a sweet (oh yeah)
Then you came to my show and got beat (oh yeah)
It's so funny you try work it out
When y'all niggas can't even stay on beat, huh
Yah
It's crazy
Fix that verse man you Wizard of Oz rapping motherfucker
Look, huh
All them threats be making me hard (it's hard)
Opposite of who you really be (for real)
All that shit that you did to your girl
I just wish that you'd do it to me
He told me to stop dissing his kin (huh?)
Oops I did it again (shut yo bitch ass u-)
Did you know that your daddy is dead?
Know it hurts that you missing your friend (phew)
Know I'm selfish as shit niggas know that I'm petty
You know we got beef and you know that I'm winning (I know it hurts)
Niggas named after baking soda
But ain't never touched no fucking coke in your city
Pretending thanks to me that bullshit ending
Heard your tape glad I didn't get a mention
Cause you know how that would've ended, huh
Internet think I been playing with shit (huh)
You know I'll bitch you in front of your kids
Know you a teacher I plan on confronting you
Show up in class I ain't packing no Lunchable, nigga
Oh my god
Yeah, you know the truth is the truth you know?
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh, when I look at your shit I'm like huh?
When I look at my shit I'm like ahhh
Wave cap got me feeling like Guapdad
All I do is respond, How am I mad?
It gets funny the more that you front (that you front)
Fore you click, make sure it's what you want (huh)
When I'm fucking these alt niggas bitches (yeah)
In the public we cool
In the bed she be singing
I'm fucking my enemies bitches (yeah)
We ain't signing no deal
She just love that we winning
It's on me
I'm down with the sickness
Counting up baby dollars, decimals, digits
I'm fucking these white writers bitches (yeah yeah)
They be pushing me out cause they notice the difference
Been there
Did it (did it)
Your side bitch
Was with it (with it)
Dig it (ha ha)
Uh, D-0-N-O-T fuck with me
Baby I can't be stopped for real
Last nigga tried me broke and lying
Baby I heard this man got grilled (I heard)
Look at the preacher and look at the spiel
Swear on the Bible, I keep it concealed
Kissed with no roses I left em like SEAL (huh)
Why would I pray for your health? (huh)
Baby ill pray for myself (yeah)
Why would I pay for your pics, boo?
I'm fucking somebody else (for real)
I'm fucking somebody better (better)
You bitches just fucking whoever
Yeah, I'm over the top, uh
I get to building off all of the energy built by the opps, uh
I get to aiming the flame
And the banger gon mangle his top, uh
Full Metal Jacket
Rapping smacking harder than soap in a sock, uh
Key be to lock, I'm meaner than most
I cleaned up the flow with a broom and a mop
Flow ain't a prop snake rocking next to me
I drew the line on the side like I'm Brock
Speaking of Brock, line to your face
Copied and paste, left not a trace, you gotta taste
Shit would've been a Zoom meeting
Cause I would've boxed up his face (uh), wait
How you talk shit and get caught with no pole
How you still up and coming you old
Fuck your mama brother sister and niece
Baby you failed try to find a new goal
We know that sly nigga buying that tar
We know you love to put teens behind bars
Quarter hires think it's cute when they sneak
When we catch him we gon pull him apart
It's ugh, it's that way
Counting money your pops in an ashtray
Getting death threats every week (uh)
From some pussies that y'all never see
First your daddy got rolled in a sweet (oh yeah)
Then you came to my show and got beat (oh yeah)
It's so funny you try work it out
When y'all niggas can't even stay on beat, huh
Yah
It's crazy
Fix that verse man you Wizard of Oz rapping motherfucker
Look, huh
All them threats be making me hard (it's hard)
Opposite of who you really be (for real)
All that shit that you did to your girl
I just wish that you'd do it to me
He told me to stop dissing his kin (huh?)
Oops I did it again (shut yo bitch ass u-)
Did you know that your daddy is dead?
Know it hurts that you missing your friend (phew)
Know I'm selfish as shit niggas know that I'm petty
You know we got beef and you know that I'm winning (I know it hurts)
Niggas named after baking soda
But ain't never touched no fucking coke in your city
Pretending thanks to me that bullshit ending
Heard your tape glad I didn't get a mention
Cause you know how that would've ended, huh
Internet think I been playing with shit (huh)
You know I'll bitch you in front of your kids
Know you a teacher I plan on confronting you
Show up in class I ain't packing no Lunchable, nigga
Oh my god
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Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks
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