Just like grenades I'm tick and timing and expected soon to blow up Ace of spades I'm good for gamble and my haters look like jokers What'd I say? All these rappers need to grow up All their music needs to glow up If you really wanna talk, here's concert tickets Hope you show up "Know how you made it?" "Don't know what I'm doin'." I'm icy like water, and shiny like ruby I switch it up, con her. I do it so smoothly. Your girl know I got cause, no, she's not stupid Some of you hate me for just being me Sleepin' on top it like ZZZZ Hating the way that I'm speaking but please Give me a minute so you hear me Stumblin', fumblin' over a verse Feels like every song I make is the worst Feels like every time I write there's a curse That's blocking my brain from the lyric disperse Sailboats, sewers, and empty night skies Hating myself, but I'm livin' life right I'm forcing myself to think of more lines I can barely make any good music right But these beats, I still backhand, huh Drop into the night like I'm batman, huh Find a hater take your hand and smack them, huh Was a bad guy, now a bad man, huh Conspiracy like it's MatPat, huh Life 360 Imma track that, huh This songs not good, it is not platinum But I still feel like I'm a flashbang cause Just like grenades I'm tick and timing and expected soon to blow up Ace of spades I'm good for gamble and my haters look like jokers What'd I say? All these rappers need to grow up All their music needs to glow up If you really wanna talk, here's concert tickets Hope you show up Hope you bring your friends too, who knows Just don't get mad when they dance to Kawhoo's Joe? "Kevin you don't have to talk to haters. That you know, right?" Well it's not my fault that my haters cannot flow right Well it's not my fault that my haters cannot flow tight Sounds like a dumpster when they spit into their own mic Promise at some point, I'll really stop spammin' it Your lyrics sound like they're written on Ambien Look for the nearest ghost writer and hire them Your music sounds like a toddler inspired it I wouldn't send a teen straight to retirement But with your music, it's just a requirement, uh Right in your face like a big sign Spittin in bars like I'm sneezin' as 6iine Putting on charges, electric and Tay-K Letting it rip like I'm spinning a Beyblade Never quit rap, don't listen to what they say Make the bass boom and straight bap like a grenade Just like grenades I'm tick and timing and expected soon to blow up Ace of spades I'm good for gamble and my haters look like jokers What'd I say? All these rappers need to grow up All their music needs to glow up If you really wanna talk, here's concert tickets Hope you show up Face the facts now Race the track now Wouldn't wanna blackout but too late to back down All these bad rappers, set straight, I crackdown See a red door, wanna paint it black now Online gamble, take numbers and hash them Put anything on, put tags, call it fashion Gonna go in and then blind and then smash them Starts with the first line sayin' throwing flashbang