Online Desparation

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Shit Let me get to my shit Fuck [Verse] I'd rather keep it G than keep score One sixteen will leave you more than sore To the core niggas is whores that hold microphone cords I do what I want, now they all want war (Y'all better bring it, I want the smoke) Always breaking the beat into pieces Then sit back like I've been defeated, I'm just weeded Y'all be buying watermelon that's seedless I'm the pro type of what the wolves really needing Niggas at my head but I get plenty rest You inject hormones in your ribs for the tenderness You went to grab a dildo when you first head get the strap Rubber grip, believe me homie you gonna need fix-a-flat Niggas don't wanna get money they'd rather have clout The number one thing you shouldn't have is doubt (Right) Ouch, you need to bounce, I don't know your kind homie Been a threat so they threaten me online homie (Fuck) Shocking news, roll up the tropic fruit I'm not surprised niggas don't follow rules (Naw) The honest truth, the sonic boom in the tonic room Busy as fuck I got a lot to do Shit Suffering succotash, if I see your face I'll be the first to punch it fast That shit goes for all my foes Nothing gon' happen to me because these niggas is hoes I get back to rapping because rapping's a habit Then the habit started attacking the masses with hella classics This is still a massive takeover when I am rapping The ashes turn to dust, get fucked for all your masters The task was to have it official, niggas turned into snakes I been cold back when Alex Wiley looked like a grape Victor off the brakes, the middle finger to Jakes Go take a shit at somebody's wake (Ew)