I'm slamming drinks
Like when a door shut
I hope one day
I'll be living on a tour bus
I'll kick your dog in the stomach
And that's a poor pup
Think I give 1, 2, 3
Or even 4 f**s?
Nah
I only care to act upon a plan
That I thought of at my moms place
Gotta take a chance
Wait
So you're a guy
But wearing lady pants
Yo that's ironic
Cause it takes a b**h to make a man
Yo
You gotta step out of your comfort zone
Found a girl that I could love
And now I'm yelling f** the hoes
Did a couple months ago
Now I got triumphant flows
While you rap without a story
Like a bungalow
Whoa
Oh no
You ain't like that
If I drop a diss on this b**h
He wouldn't write back
Right back
To grabbin the mic and writing tight tracks
Might laugh
At all of the artists who just write trash
Uhh
Cause when I spit it gets repetitive
Adrenaline
Be pumping though my top
Like a Remington
Used to use the medicine
But then I found my head again
Now I'm f**ing happy
I don't needa use a sedative
It's Skitzo Nation in this b**h
So f**ing face it
I'm like the Lizard Squad
Cause they'll never ever trace it
Now the motto for my life's
Pretty simple and basic
If we talking
Digits, b**hes, or the Liquor
Never chase it!