Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Lil Arrogant lyrics

[Verse 1: IDK] This is what you all been waitin' for ain't it? What people paid paper for dammit This that goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm real Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield Act tough as a gold medal, you link them, daffodil Meanwhile I'm just runnin' back kick returns back on the field Where the Redskins be losing but we gon' support 'em still That's how you know where our loyalty at So place a bet against me, where your royalties at? I bet I leave your a** streamed of your 14 percent Then f** on your b**h, my dick named Matumbu, I'm lit I rub on her clit, she drip Then I cum on her tits How common is this to spit like a f**ing attempt, I'm murdering sh** I flip, then I leave your a** flipped I flip the script, then skip to your f**ing event I take the check and dip, moments later it's spent You take the check and sh**, it's enough for your 'rents So how the f** you telling me that I ain't good enough, prick? Uhh, I think that I'm top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one And I'm still not done Trump supporters' daughter love me, so I still think that we won She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] This what you been waitin' for, ain't it? It's a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it I ain't got to explain it This lane, I done paved it (right) I done paid my dues, now I'm just collecting payments (collect) One verse, that's gon' be your whole life savings If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral arrangements These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up) Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin' I come in guns blazin' (facts) We gon' see who get the last laugh (hah) It's funny 'cause these n***as always trippin' off the past (hah) Think this sh** a joke until somebody get (swooped) Choked off the very words that they spoke List here though, it's getting near close 'Bout to blow your brain through your f**ing ear lobes This one, the kid been gon' for a while, they missed him Patient with the shot when he blast off, won't miss him [Verse 3: Russ] Somebody gon' die tonight Rappers see me but don't say sh** like they don't have vocals And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't have Pro Tools They think you up until you're big enough I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a f** I'm already eight figures up Y'all are in the minors, and I'm Willie Mays Y'all still jumpin' out of bed for 50k I roll back over and continue f**ing all y'all's favorite I'm the greatest, and I'm not stoppin' 'til all y'all say it Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals I'm in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas A few dollers moves nada, we still act the same, you not a Part of the formula that put me here so f** you When the second album drops, watch who they all run to (Haha)