(Noxygen on the track)
(This is a KarmaMob exclusive)
No way, no way
Motherfuckers really thinkin' that I won't go slay
Pull up with twin Glocks, no, I ain't gon' fade
Ya homie got shot, no face? No case
Bitch, I don't feel pain, recently just hate
Everything that is in front of me, I cannot cope lately
No, I really cannot fuck wit' a rapper that cap daily
And if I'm in public, this Glock ain't on safety
I cannot take the fakes
Be talkin' but ain't 'bout it face to face
Go place to place 'cause I'm tryna race the Jakes
This uppercut puttin' yo' face in space
My BAPE got weight, so I just might mate ya mate
They told me to get on more phonk so I ate the plate
Along with the beats that I'm given because I embrace the hate
I'm matin' the maiden you made in
I'm fuckin' yo' mama, she grind on my rail like we skatin'
Ain't in the same little state as these rappers who screamin' on tracks
They be crying and whalin'
And the whole gang is brigading the game
We ain't came here to play, we just tryna get famous
Fuck you and all of the rappers you paying to carry you up on yo' track or your playlist
Fuck that white boy and his dreads, rip 'em off his head
Fuck all that designer in yo' threads, you look fuckin' sped
Screaming, fuck the motherfuckin' feds 'til I'm fuckin' dead
Fuck the fuckin' fuck who fuckin' said, "Brokie wasn't next"
Fuckboys tryna play me, bitch, and it don't get old
Look into my eyes, pussy bitch, I know you gon' fold
I just wanna die but the lich stay inside my soul
Talkin' 'bout my life, you ain't shit
Write you out the scroll
N-n-n-no way, no way
Motherfuckers really thinkin' that I won't go slay
Pull up with twin Glocks, no, I ain't gon' fade
Ya homie got shot, no face? No case
Bitch, I don't feel pain, recently just hate
Everything that is in front of me, I cannot cope lately
No, I really cannot fuck wit' a rapper that cap daily
And if I'm in public, this Glock ain't on safety
N-n-n-n-no way, no way
Motherfuckers really thinkin' that I won't go slay
Pull up with twin Glocks, no, I ain't gon' fade
Ya homies got shot, no face? No case
Bitch, I don't feel pain, recently just hate
Everything that is in front of me, I cannot cope lately
No, I really cannot fuck wit' a rapper that cap daily
And if I'm in public, this Glock ain't on safety, aye
Bitch, it ain't on safety lately
Killin' all these rappers tryna play me
Maybe you should leave me 'lone
Stop blowin' up my phone 'bout some shit that just don't entertain me
Hate me? I don't give a fuck if you hate me
Bitch, and I don't give a fuck if I'm shady to you
Rappers actin', bitch, like babies
Boohoo
No, bitch, it ain't on safety
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name
He can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock
Fuckboy wan' shit on my name, he can kiss this Glock