CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Oscar
Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre, I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your motherf**kin' Oscar
Answers first, questions later
Why so many questions, hater?
Spend your f**king day to day drinking f**king Hatorade
Waste away, sat inside your room in isolation
Amount of sh*t inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm sh*t hot
I'll do both, yeah, why the f**k not?
Only care about the beats and sick drops
London town to Brisbane, what?
Swapped in macs for flip flops
Money in the grave, like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man with the sh*t hot tan
Man with a plan, forget your lockdown
Back with a bang, some sh*t that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talc*m
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you all that you're gonna feel it with the rhythm at the minute and I'm killin' 'em softly
Get outta my way, in the littlest way
Melt the face off like Nicholas Cage
Bet they go cray inside the big grave
(Eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)
This game's a f**king circus
And who's on microphone right now?
It's Mister Berserkus, you heard us
Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre, I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your motherf**kin' Oscar
Answers first, questions later
Why so many questions, hater?
Spend your f**king day to day drinking f**king Hatorade
Waste away, sat inside your room in isolation
Amount of sh*t inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm sh*t hot
I'll do both, yeah, why the f**k not?
Only care about the beats and sick drops
London town to Brisbane, what?
Swapped in macs for flip flops
Money in the grave, like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man with the sh*t hot tan
Man with a plan, forget your lockdown
Back with a bang, some sh*t that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talc*m
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you all that you're gonna feel it with the rhythm at the minute and I'm killin' 'em softly
Get outta my way, in the littlest way
Melt the face off like Nicholas Cage
Bet they go cray inside the big grave
(Eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)
This game's a f**king circus
And who's on microphone right now?
It's Mister Berserkus, you heard us
