Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Strange] Some say that I'm trash and have the nerve to say my shit is garbage Others paint online and blow me off like a Nintendo cartridge Honestly, there's others who've been down since when I started They stay loyal even when I let them down, it was retarded On and on, I'm stayin' solid, Agent Orange, Sunkist Cuckoo said fuck, blow, I wanna bump this That's what's up, grab your cup, show respect and raise your glass I'm gonna slap that motherfuckin' shit outta your hand just to make a splash Take your cash, steal your bitch, only spit the realest shit Serious, y'all motherfuckеrs got no clue who you dealin' with Lyrics sick when I drop, but by Z My tеam shine on the streets, high beams Get on that stage and dive, while y'all just plagiarize I keep it hard, but y'all are soft, ba-ba-baby thighs Look in the haters' eyes and see the rage inside To see a scumbag superstar that's on the rise! [Chorus] Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit Show them haters they don't know who they fuckin' with Get in the bitch, stomp, kick, start punchin' shit You know what it is, this is fuckin' brass knuckle shit In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up People run and they dump fuckin' shit up Drink, smoke, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch We don't give a fuck, we hit it with that brass knuckle shit! [Verse 2: Lens] Okay, well I am Lens, hello, it's nice to meet ya I brought my brass knuckles to this Q Strange feature I'm a creature that'll beat ya, eat ya like a slice of pizza Chasin' wrinkles like Aretha, I am Ether in a sneaker Runnin' hot, no I.M.P., but I mean pepper But whatever, like the devil got a fever They say that I'm on fire, but I swear I'm off the meter You can tell her suck my dick, make her choke on my urethra 'Cause the way she pickin' pickled peppers, thought her name was Peter I'm the leader of my genre, well as if I had one You know I couldn't give a fuck, even if I had one The game is full of Frito-Lays, so I'm tryna bag some Beat you till you out of breath as if you had a bad lung Stomp you, kick you, punch you, fuck you, pullin' out your damn tongue I swear that I am shammed, son, you can get your ass kicked I will put you in your mouth, I'm handing out that brass shit You know we 'bout to crash it [Chorus] Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit Show them haters they don't know who they fuckin' with Get in the bitch, stomp, kick, start punchin' shit You know what it is, this is fuckin' brass knuckle shit In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up People run and they dump fuckin' shit up Drink, smoke, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch We don't give a fuck, we hit it with that brass knuckle shit! [Verse 3: Q Strange] Takin' a break from the game, but hey, I know they say the link's pathetic Bettin' that you hatin' the way as if you wasn't interacting It's the record, about to set it off, I'm on a winnin' streak You look like a dummy, like a chubby kid in skinny jeans Anybody wanna say somethin' to the kid when I'm up in the building? Speak your piece That's what I thought, now take your seats Hit hard, making craters like an asteroid rock Now the game has seen more fuckin' change than a coin slot Hold up, wait, I need to motivate myself, but no, I ain't Notice I'm the dopest, only hopeless 'cause I phoned away Every hope and dream and goal I had in life, and so I pray God, just let me make it in this game before I'm rottin' gray I treat my dreams like hoes, I only sleep with 'em Now I gotta go and make 'em work for me, and so I'm steady pimpin' Call me a rap behemoth seepin' from beneath the streets And let me see you people throw it up as if you was bulimic [Chorus] Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit Show them haters they don't know who they fuckin' with Get in the bitch, stomp, kick, start punchin' shit You know what it is, this is fuckin' brass knuckle shit In the club, gettin' drunk, get me lit up People run and they dump fuckin' shit up Drink, smoke, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch We don't give a fuck, we hit it with that brass knuckle shit!