Break the Frame (Intro)
My name ring bells like ring-a-ling
They mad even when I don't sing-a-thing
Say I'm a man cause I dress tomboy
Well go ahead suck my ding-a-ling
If not then bitch-get-lost
I ain't here just to get-you-off
I'm dropping something heavy
Like I just lifted Ricky Ross
I'm this-that
White-trash
Been here in all thiss riff-raff
Been here in all this chit-chat
I've-been-working while you sit back
I don't give a damn where your hand's at
Like what you're saying so setback
You really think that I'm crying here like, "I can't believe that they said that"
Yo! Hell no!
Get a grip
That shit don't phase me a little bit
G-E-T G-O-N-E
That's "Get gone" if you illiterate
Cause I ain't got no time
I'm always on my grind
My resume speaks for itself I could make it as a mime
Uh, Okay!
You used to blow me open
That changed
You wanna know me, huh?
Mate cause now I'm coming-up
Yeah Whitney bro, you dumb-as-fuck
I can't help that I'm high right now
You want it down, you rubber-duck
I'm the shit, bubble-gut
I make 'em jump, double-dutch
I stay 50+50 yo, go ahead sum-it-up
No chill, benzos
That's my MO
Industry won't let me in
No love, friendzone
I'm just doing me, I'm only tryin' to make a name
If you put me in a box I'm bound to break the frame
They mad even when I don't sing-a-thing
Say I'm a man cause I dress tomboy
Well go ahead suck my ding-a-ling
If not then bitch-get-lost
I ain't here just to get-you-off
I'm dropping something heavy
Like I just lifted Ricky Ross
I'm this-that
White-trash
Been here in all thiss riff-raff
Been here in all this chit-chat
I've-been-working while you sit back
I don't give a damn where your hand's at
Like what you're saying so setback
You really think that I'm crying here like, "I can't believe that they said that"
Yo! Hell no!
Get a grip
That shit don't phase me a little bit
G-E-T G-O-N-E
That's "Get gone" if you illiterate
Cause I ain't got no time
I'm always on my grind
My resume speaks for itself I could make it as a mime
Uh, Okay!
You used to blow me open
That changed
You wanna know me, huh?
Mate cause now I'm coming-up
Yeah Whitney bro, you dumb-as-fuck
I can't help that I'm high right now
You want it down, you rubber-duck
I'm the shit, bubble-gut
I make 'em jump, double-dutch
I stay 50+50 yo, go ahead sum-it-up
No chill, benzos
That's my MO
Industry won't let me in
No love, friendzone
I'm just doing me, I'm only tryin' to make a name
If you put me in a box I'm bound to break the frame
Credits
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