Touch This
You gone really have to improve ya rap skills
Niggas say my pandemic album slap still
Music videos can't save you, you ass still
I hear yo fucking voice & gotta pop a fucking Advil
Watch who you getting loud with
& acting proud with
I run a tight ship with these rappers I don't allow shit
Bet shit ring off like a circle when I'm around
Turn ya husband to a widow as soon as you read yo vows bitch
Yeah he's back he's
Still that same nigga that be spitting fact he's
Wondering why bitches angry but ain't @ me
Don't gamble ya life over a tweet, keep it in the draft king
I mean you don't want me to up the stick and
Death comes in threes now you hoes are triplets
Karma's a bitch & I'm dog as a sick and
Even Jojo see why I don't fuck with you bitches
Hot, you don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
Bought a funeral home cuz my opps kick the bucket
Now every time they die I get profit from it
After I profit from it
Niggas ain't saying nothing
I'm on the hunt & you niggas better be running
You niggas know that I'm coming
Imma throw some cold water on yo ass while you nap on me
The Bully's Diary is still slap homie
When I drop it's real rap homie
I run tabs while he keeping tabs on me
You niggas below average
Two hands gripping the blicky like I'm ambidextrous
I be eating niggas so I gotta keep a beverage
They got less bars than ATT on February 22nd
2023 was the year I dropped bitches
& ever since dropped bitches they ain't drop since it
Tried to put me in a place like a condo
He ain't expect them to realize that he's a con tho
You niggas be waiting for me to release
Just so y'all can bite, y'all want sumn to eat
Just give me my props
I've been at the top
Y'all niggas be climbing but ain't ever reach
I told that lil bitch that he miserable
Niggas can't take what they dish & that's easy to see
That niggas won't care if a restaurant served their food on paper plates when they come in to eat
Just disrespectful ass bitches
Yeah I came in to eat
These niggas be acting too sweet
So I can't be around them
It feels like I'm rotting my teeth
I stepped off my thrown & I went to the dentist
That nigga even gave a crown to the king
Gave a crown to the king
Hot, you don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
Bought a funeral home cuz my opps kick the bucket
Now every time they die I get profit from it
After I profit from it
Niggas ain't saying nothing
I'm on the hunt & you niggas better be running
You niggas know that I'm coming
Niggas say my pandemic album slap still
Music videos can't save you, you ass still
I hear yo fucking voice & gotta pop a fucking Advil
Watch who you getting loud with
& acting proud with
I run a tight ship with these rappers I don't allow shit
Bet shit ring off like a circle when I'm around
Turn ya husband to a widow as soon as you read yo vows bitch
Yeah he's back he's
Still that same nigga that be spitting fact he's
Wondering why bitches angry but ain't @ me
Don't gamble ya life over a tweet, keep it in the draft king
I mean you don't want me to up the stick and
Death comes in threes now you hoes are triplets
Karma's a bitch & I'm dog as a sick and
Even Jojo see why I don't fuck with you bitches
Hot, you don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
Bought a funeral home cuz my opps kick the bucket
Now every time they die I get profit from it
After I profit from it
Niggas ain't saying nothing
I'm on the hunt & you niggas better be running
You niggas know that I'm coming
Imma throw some cold water on yo ass while you nap on me
The Bully's Diary is still slap homie
When I drop it's real rap homie
I run tabs while he keeping tabs on me
You niggas below average
Two hands gripping the blicky like I'm ambidextrous
I be eating niggas so I gotta keep a beverage
They got less bars than ATT on February 22nd
2023 was the year I dropped bitches
& ever since dropped bitches they ain't drop since it
Tried to put me in a place like a condo
He ain't expect them to realize that he's a con tho
You niggas be waiting for me to release
Just so y'all can bite, y'all want sumn to eat
Just give me my props
I've been at the top
Y'all niggas be climbing but ain't ever reach
I told that lil bitch that he miserable
Niggas can't take what they dish & that's easy to see
That niggas won't care if a restaurant served their food on paper plates when they come in to eat
Just disrespectful ass bitches
Yeah I came in to eat
These niggas be acting too sweet
So I can't be around them
It feels like I'm rotting my teeth
I stepped off my thrown & I went to the dentist
That nigga even gave a crown to the king
Gave a crown to the king
Hot, you don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
You don't wanna touch this
Bought a funeral home cuz my opps kick the bucket
Now every time they die I get profit from it
After I profit from it
Niggas ain't saying nothing
I'm on the hunt & you niggas better be running
You niggas know that I'm coming
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Writer(s): Donny G
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