CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Like Yac
Ain't sending no disses this sh*t competition
And honestly these n***as ain't even worth dissing
I only did it cause rap made me do it
I only did it cause you n***as didn't
n***as be scared to jump up in that water
I'm finna dive in head first like I'm swimming
I got that biscuit it got some in it
I feel like Fred Durst yeah that's how i be limpin'
Ain't really wit' all this lyrical sh*t
But I am gettin' tired of hearin' this sh*t
Bout the pills that you popped bout you the b*t*hes you hit
About all the fake sh*t that you got away with
Words what I got a way with
So you gotta take notes, read through like scopes aim hit
No sticks no stones and I'm not gon' take bricks
Nope nope can't miss like I got ten kids
I hear a whole nothin a whole lotta robbin a whole lotta muggin
A whole lotta mobbin a whole lotta thuggin
We just need somebody be real bout the subject
f**k if you lovin' it cordae ain't cuttin' it
I give a f**k how you feel bout the government
Brothers and sisters and all of this other sh*t
If I catch lil cordae chord I'm unpluggin it
Uh, plugging it, shut up lil b*t*h put a plug in it
n***as rap like we in history class
If you n***as teaching I ain't even studying
Boy I'm a drop out I'm bout all of the sh*t that you not bout
Plus I rap better than n***as who hot now
I take yo whole top 5 out
Kill em in front of you like who yo god now?
Its somethin' bout you n***as i don't like to listen
Talk bout your problems, you poverty stricken?
I don't like sob stories I don't like b*t*hin'
So I don't like logic, like these b*t*hes
They be like women with they nail technicians
How all these lil' n***as just gossip
n***as be all they in they feelings, i call these lil' n***as hopsins
Two guns big titties call em' Tomb Raider
If I'm anything know its not gon' be a hater
I do the dash, yeah hasta luego
I'm on the grind watch me shred like some paper
Boy you a get torn apart like some paper
You get the front page and yo fam read it later
Clip get stuffed like a Garcia Vega
40 like liquor this sh*t f**k yo day up
I'm keeping that pole
Boy if you reach then yo' finger gone roll like a layup
We gon get it on tape when we get this n***a taped
Get bussed on f**ked on cam like dreya
f**k n***a askin me how to get his plays up
I can not help you I ain't no caretaker
But I can tell you the truth if you take it
Yo sh*t trash, tyler the creator
We don't want hear that sh*t not now not later
Lil' n***a just keep it just save it
n***as out here winning Grammys for bullsh*t playlists
And I'm still just still being patient
Waiting, for the moment of taking
My time or yo life you know which one I'm taking
You got a bone to pick but the sh*t breaking
And honestly these n***as ain't even worth dissing
I only did it cause rap made me do it
I only did it cause you n***as didn't
n***as be scared to jump up in that water
I'm finna dive in head first like I'm swimming
I got that biscuit it got some in it
I feel like Fred Durst yeah that's how i be limpin'
Ain't really wit' all this lyrical sh*t
But I am gettin' tired of hearin' this sh*t
Bout the pills that you popped bout you the b*t*hes you hit
About all the fake sh*t that you got away with
Words what I got a way with
So you gotta take notes, read through like scopes aim hit
No sticks no stones and I'm not gon' take bricks
Nope nope can't miss like I got ten kids
I hear a whole nothin a whole lotta robbin a whole lotta muggin
A whole lotta mobbin a whole lotta thuggin
We just need somebody be real bout the subject
f**k if you lovin' it cordae ain't cuttin' it
I give a f**k how you feel bout the government
Brothers and sisters and all of this other sh*t
If I catch lil cordae chord I'm unpluggin it
Uh, plugging it, shut up lil b*t*h put a plug in it
n***as rap like we in history class
If you n***as teaching I ain't even studying
Boy I'm a drop out I'm bout all of the sh*t that you not bout
Plus I rap better than n***as who hot now
I take yo whole top 5 out
Kill em in front of you like who yo god now?
Its somethin' bout you n***as i don't like to listen
Talk bout your problems, you poverty stricken?
I don't like sob stories I don't like b*t*hin'
So I don't like logic, like these b*t*hes
They be like women with they nail technicians
How all these lil' n***as just gossip
n***as be all they in they feelings, i call these lil' n***as hopsins
Two guns big titties call em' Tomb Raider
If I'm anything know its not gon' be a hater
I do the dash, yeah hasta luego
I'm on the grind watch me shred like some paper
Boy you a get torn apart like some paper
You get the front page and yo fam read it later
Clip get stuffed like a Garcia Vega
40 like liquor this sh*t f**k yo day up
I'm keeping that pole
Boy if you reach then yo' finger gone roll like a layup
We gon get it on tape when we get this n***a taped
Get bussed on f**ked on cam like dreya
f**k n***a askin me how to get his plays up
I can not help you I ain't no caretaker
But I can tell you the truth if you take it
Yo sh*t trash, tyler the creator
We don't want hear that sh*t not now not later
Lil' n***a just keep it just save it
n***as out here winning Grammys for bullsh*t playlists
And I'm still just still being patient
Waiting, for the moment of taking
My time or yo life you know which one I'm taking
You got a bone to pick but the sh*t breaking
