Nalyd - 276 Coffins lyrics

[Hook] So many dark thoughts for me to get lost in Look at how effortlessly as I k** the game often I got the world right in my palms and I'm starting to think I just might drop it [Verse 1: Nalyd] I don't drop bars I drop weights on these dumbells Went from rappin independent fail To f**ing with Tony Montana meet the cartel Carver to the knob slob on my rod and gurgle my 2 rocks Stick it in your eyes b**h, let's see if it fits Ah this sh** trash tell this Busta to stop I'm climbing up the ladder meanwhile taking a sh** at the top Shoutouts to 276 divide that number in half Like broken sticks with that 138 dicks for each of you pricks to lick f*gs f** you nalyd why you mad at us what the hell? I got make y'all notice me And I've tried every other way else Lookin at me salty can't you peppers tell Y'all don't know nalyd that well Well give my verse a listen as I go and introduce you to myself My first names f** and my lasts name too And if you got a friend listenening well then my middle names you This ain't for the clubs and kickbacks to add a playlist too This is a rap to write the obituary to local rappers dude It's nothing less of cruel What up with me nah brah not a damn thing new This is from the greatest rapper to never make it Talking directly to you This guy talking right now can't be serious dude Shock wanted me on a track cause I can make a song to go and k** yourself too This motherf**er won't marry Mom Lighting tracks up like a cherry bomb Drowning in the wetness like Kerion Controversial Hell yeah so f** you, pay me carry on Heavy arms and sweaty palms I'm like B Rabbit dropping bombs Calling all cars, throwing bars at the stars And watching em fall from my back porch like "I don't really give a f** at all" Rings the alarm, Await my verse like the calm before the storm I'm like Boom Boom Da Don eating this song the way he eats an a** My name is Nalyd and you ain't never been f**in with that Or maybe now you do If I'm embara**ing me then I'm embara**ing you I dare all you rappers to even get a clue Call my sh** trash, Stop talking to mirrors when you are Listening to the bars that you spewed f** all the fakes when I'm speaking the truths Still don't like me then fight me Oh how my saga will never change To the lames It's either stay in your lane Or jump out in traffic Look at the garbage truck running right over you I've had it with taking it lightly No rappers above me and ain't no one ever beside me Better than me, unlikely and when you hear a guy spit like this It's easy to call it omits or just throw you rhymes away and call it quits Look at me f**ing with ya psyche, Look at you losing to a whack rapper like me Top 5 Rapper holding the mic see so kiss my a** when you stand behind me Take and L, The L stands for Late be Fast-forward my verse how can y'all already hate me 32 bars in yet 18 percent lazy And probably more than 50 percent crazy Y'all ain't got no hope Rappers rhyming so "dope" but sound like they need to get a real job or else start selling soap Sleep in the casket and tie yourself to your own dick and choke from your white ropes f** all the locals, f** the c*nt saying What I did Uh b**h go away with that sh** I'm always mad at a b**h, I got 666 ditches to dig The text said all this incoherent babbling sh** and the text read this "I want some dick, I want some dick" And that was my impression of your b**h [Hook 2] So many dark thoughts for me to get lost in Look at how effortlessly as I k** the game often I got the world right in my palms and I'm starting to think I just might drop it I'm supplying 276 Coffins, 276 Coffins, 276 Coffins