Numerous Q's - Drop (Bureaucracy) lyrics

Rolling in a big truck, rollin' up with six s*uts That being said, giving six minus six f**s Stick my dick up the game until I'm losing interest And I will f** a pen and pad until I make the ink come, get it bruh? Income If not you must got "downs" up in your "system," my Serj of power leaves you f*ggots with none You're fly as a penguin, I take the beat and kick bu*t My rapping style tighter than a straight kid's bum k**ing mainstream rappers until the f**ing list done, except the Based God and probably Big Sean Got the "Guap," block as hot as a freaking Miss. Month Decapitate you rappers place your head inside my Vuitton, like I was Jarren Benton Spit bullets 'til the clips done Spit a couple bars just to exercise this kid's lungs Listen bruh, I'm "outie" like the Doctor done messed up Come through with an Audi now I'm sounding like a rich f** Quit it with that "Duck Face," you want those puffy lips done? When that b**h done, she said it's sweeter than some Lipton She Drop! Drop, b**h Drop (x4) Steven spitting spiffy, yo f** a lisp bruh My lyrics crack, they gonna need some lip balm It's the misadventures of a Westboro member, Mr. Sending beats to funerals then turn to protester I said f** the sneaks, without 'em we still run sh** NE be a bunch of teens, with bad judgement Rap's still my main b**h, production means nothin' Still rep the team, it's "f** Curbs" and "Free Lovin'" Still rep the team, it's "f** Curbs" and "Free Lovin'" Here to break it down just like Sarah P's son did