STARRCADE 97

Lyrics

[Intro: DATPIFFMAFIA & JPEGMAFIA] What the fu— One eye open like a cyclops Ran out of work, hit the trap spot .44 tucked in the boot Hash oil all in the coupe I ain't got a coupe (Hahaha hahahahahaha!) You should know better [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] I'm almost outta sauce with it Bitch, I'm almost outta sauce I can't take a loss Fuck Hugo, I'm a boss I got the juice (Yeah) City on my back (On my back), like it's a noose You been stealin' swag, I don't approve I been in my bag, I got the truth Rollie on my arm, but not like you (Yee) You gon' end up dead (What), out on the news, yeah 'Cause you're a Moor (Great!) Fightin' these demons and gods 'Cause you're a Moor (Oh, I see it Yeah, where the rappers at?) [Break: JPEGMAFIA & DATPIFFMAFIA] Yeah I can't pay no taxes I ain't paying no taxes I can't pay my taxes Fuck these taxes, mane Fuck, fuck these— Still— all night [Verse 2: DATPIFFMAFIA] Double park the PT Cruiser I am feelin' like the Ruler On the beat I am the bruiser I just a star, gon' run it up, ooh I am just sayin' I swag on 'em, ooh I had to bring out that bag on 'em, ooh But I know that didn't make no sense But I make dollars, I don't make no cents, uh [Interlude: JPEGMAFIA & DATPIFFMAFIA] Rip something real quick for the niggas on the westside! Ayy, you hear the beat, my nigga? [Verse 3: DATPIFFMAFIA] Bunch of motherfuckers hatin', ayy I ain't here for debatin', uh I am so hot when I'm whippin', uh Niggas be thinkin' I'm Cajun, uh —you niggas played These motherfuckers been plottin' for days But I swear that the bitch— All that money been spent Real nigga tryna pay the rent (Ayy, I didn't think it was gonna be so weird Spinnin' dice, spittin' in the middle of the suburbs with white people and shit) [Outro: JPEGMAFIA] (Are you ready?) DJ Snitch Bitch in the mix