CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Untitled 20
Spare (Spare)
No (No)
One (One)
Giggs
Listen
Uh
There's no point bothering me (Bothering me)
’Cause right now I'm liable to switch, 'cause nuttin’ ain't popping for me
No fiends ain't hollered at me (Hollered at me)
Plus I got these sc*mbags on my back, these pricks keep following me (For real)
I burnt my bridges with this b*t*h that's polishing me
There's no way she getting an apology, you following me?
My link ain't pursuing nothing
Tired of doing nothing
I'm sipping on this henny, but that sh*t ain't doing nothin’
Tryna fill my belly with flakey sh*t or smelly
Whatever to get the breaddy, so you feeling my pain cousin?
My missus stressing, saying I ain’t around
But cuz I gotta eat (Eat), so I push those hours up (Up)
Tryna get my mood from down to up
I felt this way before, and that's when the rounds are buck (Buck)
I swear to God, it feels like I’m down on luck
I'm drowning, I'm falling down, someone help me up (Up)
And this rap sh*t's p*ssing me off
’Cause all these crack rocks I drop, you'd think I'd be bound to bust
You other rappers are sh*t, 'cause I'm bored
I'm the sh*t right now, I'ma toot my own horn (Horn)
And the way I'm f**king the track
In the music kinda way, I create my own porn
I make the game warm
Your mixtapes are swarm (Swarm)
Put your hands up and give me the lights like I'm Shawn
No (No)
One (One)
Giggs
Listen
Uh
There's no point bothering me (Bothering me)
’Cause right now I'm liable to switch, 'cause nuttin’ ain't popping for me
No fiends ain't hollered at me (Hollered at me)
Plus I got these sc*mbags on my back, these pricks keep following me (For real)
I burnt my bridges with this b*t*h that's polishing me
There's no way she getting an apology, you following me?
My link ain't pursuing nothing
Tired of doing nothing
I'm sipping on this henny, but that sh*t ain't doing nothin’
Tryna fill my belly with flakey sh*t or smelly
Whatever to get the breaddy, so you feeling my pain cousin?
My missus stressing, saying I ain’t around
But cuz I gotta eat (Eat), so I push those hours up (Up)
Tryna get my mood from down to up
I felt this way before, and that's when the rounds are buck (Buck)
I swear to God, it feels like I’m down on luck
I'm drowning, I'm falling down, someone help me up (Up)
And this rap sh*t's p*ssing me off
’Cause all these crack rocks I drop, you'd think I'd be bound to bust
You other rappers are sh*t, 'cause I'm bored
I'm the sh*t right now, I'ma toot my own horn (Horn)
And the way I'm f**king the track
In the music kinda way, I create my own porn
I make the game warm
Your mixtapes are swarm (Swarm)
Put your hands up and give me the lights like I'm Shawn
