JPEGMAFIA - END CREDITS! lyrics

[Intro: Arn Anderson] You pull up to a red light A man jerks your door open, says "Out of the car, I'm taking your car" You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me" You know what I do? I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead And spill his brains all over the concrete You think you know me [Chorus] Uh, b*tch, I'll write a scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is theme of my life After the steam and the hype, dawg [Verse] This is my career, not a dice Never take Ls to a light b*tch, I am impervious to type So young bucking at advice New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Hahaha) Uh, fit for a Joker, need a Harley Don Callis never been a carney And you know we showin' up for Darby Me and Tina, bucking back at ike You a diva make we gon drop the mic New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Ah) Uh, why would I show you my hand? I put on a show on demand I was on the show, who a fan? These boys never made a profit You ain't doin' sh*t, ni**a, stop it I see who y'all biggin, but it's gas Grown man co-signed trash Log off, go find bags Two Glocks tucked in the bag New switch, they gon' get attached And they said we never gonna last Deathloop, you ain't comin' byke Them tweets cost you a life You ain't had a hand in the hype (Nah, man) [Chorus] Uh, b*tch, I'll write a scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is a theme of my life After the steam and the hype, dawg [Outro: Arn Anderson] I'm Arn Anderson