​this won’t blow

Lyrics

[Intro] Y'all ain't shit, your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit, you'll never be shit Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, ah-ah-ah [Refrain] Bitch, I got too much bread, it won't fall down (Fall) Bitch, I got enough rounds for a full round I'm too original, they gon' steal the whole sound I promise that I got enough swag to go around (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't even know what it means, fuck a pack down Why everyone and they momma just tryna rap now? (Ew) Swear none this shit hard, swear none this shit hard Swear none this shit hard, swear y'all hear for the stim [Pre-Chorus] Derivative victims of the bullshit, ha Tryna find something new, I want my face blown off See somebody else do it so you can fake your sauce Nah, fuck it, I'm-I'm pullin' out all the sto-o-o-o-o— [Chorus] Bitch, I'm running shit in all kinds of stylеs Look into my eyes, ho, I won't tell a liе though Leave these internet rappers all in a pile See me stuntin', I vomit out all the bile Feel my brain cells die every time I give a chance Every time I try clickin' on the bio T-t-think it's just my old age, think that I know 2016, OG, feel like Kyle [Verse] Beamy never gettin' too comfortable Think I'ma leave an underdog in an undertow See, you don't gotta be the man just to run the show I stay slept on, but I'm startin' to love it though Your swag premade like a fuckin' Lunchable You got your ass out, you look like a bum for sure You worth a line of Wock', you worth a bump of coke You "Let's go," what you lookin' at, dumbass ho? I put a drank sippin' wage slave in a fuckin' grave You are a stain on my damn day, you should be ashamed I-i-i-i-in the scene, creating young fiends, yuh In the world, I got dumb reach, staying off that dumb feed Yo, twin, let me hold two dollars I got tracks and I got clout that make you holler I got accolades, make a motherfucker swallow You may ride with the gang, 'til your soul so hollow [Refrain] Tryna find something new, I want my face blown off See somebody else do it so you can fake your sauce Nah, fuck it, I-I'm pullin' out all the stops N-n-nah, fuck it, I-I'm takin' everybody job [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I got too much bread, it won't fall down (Fall) Bitch, I got enough rounds for a full round I'm too original, they gon' steal the whole sound I promise that I got enough swag to go around (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Bitch, I'm running shit in all kinds of styles Look into my eyes, ho, I won't tell a lie though Leave these internet rappers all in a pile See me stuntin', I vomit out all the bile Feel my brain cells die every time I give a chance Every time I try clickin' on the bio T-t-think it's just my old age, think that I know 2016, OG, feel like Kyle [Outro] MAKE FAMILY NOT FRIENDS, muh-hahahahaha