MANIC! (DEMO)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, yeah How you gon' see me, you like Stevie with them air balls (For real) Let's air it out and let Kel-Tec sing like Aaron Hall (Yeah) Don't need producers, need no writers, need no tech at all (Come on man) But best believe you fuck with me there's gon' be TECs involved (Best believe it) Fuck rappin' bitch, extend the clip and get your bitch involved (Yup) My twisted fantasy only made it to So Appalled (Yeah) I'm half Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong I tеll myself that half a O I smoke won't do me harm But whеn it do me and I know that they gon' do me wrong Nigga, to find your body they gon' need Logan Paul I'm in the forest with the Kimber, It's my final form (Yeah) I still need all my bitches same color as Ricky Starks (Facts, come on man) I take them light, I take them dark but I prefer 'em bald (Facts!) And you get extra points on me if you mentally off Your bitch be taking all these hits tell her to work on a guard (Tell her!) Just blame my occupation bitch I keep the Kimber warm The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn (Toxic!) [Bridge] It's toxic Yeah man it's real toxic Check it (For real) [Verse 2] Little before, kick in the door, shorty don't test, just call Look at the score, these niggas swore, wouldn't be here no more (Shake it up!) I am a whore, shaming the law, put me in a figure-four (Uh) I am a whore, uh I am a whore (Shake it up!) Niggas be running they mouth about me (Yeah) Why they don't got nothing else to report? (Why?) Thought it was cute when they took me to court (Why?) Amazon Fresh bringing beef to your door (Why?) She making faces not L.A. Noire She take a bump when I give it a go (Uh) Wouldn't be here if a nigga was poor (Ah) We stay that way 'cause these niggas be borin' (Ahhh) I play your music, my niggas be snorin' bruh I'll be pegging your spouse (Whattup?, yeah) I watch rap niggas get caught I live above the law (Damn Peggy) I'm screaming death to the police I say it every song (Facts nigga) Don't say it just to say it, I hope y'all die on your job (Damn Peggy) And if your mama is a cop then, nigga fuck your mom And if you daddy is a cop then, nigga fuck your pa (Yeah!) You got a family of cops, I'm sayin' fuck 'em all I keep a Kimber on my waist let's talk about reform Let's talk about reform (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] Fuck Peggy, drag this nigga out and beat him on the lawn (Get up!) Break in your house, delete your files, and uninstall your DAWs (Come in nigga) Look at your position, you a snake, boy I'm big boss Young Kim Jong, watch me get my shit off Sliding with the stick I feel like Eric Lindros (Yeah) Sicker than COVID patients, watch me make the clip cough We make 'em meet the Kel-Tec, these A&Rs won't live long It's prophecy (It's prophecy) (Yeah)