(Look for the comfort in someone you love You're with me now, forever) These niggas be pussy, I stand on that Heart and hand on that, pride first I'm a man on that Got bars for me, I'ma handle that Go ham on that I love beef, I'ma spam on that I mean spazz on that The game's a cash cow, get some fans off that
Niggas front for the 'Gram, I could Snap on that topic But I'ma drop it, like an Apple phone Catch a hoe talking behind my back How you gon' call my main mans a rat? For coming back to me when you niggas put on facades and happy acts like you DiCaprio What the fuck you capping for? Niggas act like they're in matrimony All these pussies mad that I'm their rap opponent, man Niggas mad about a feature I called just to ask who's fucking rapping on it, man All this fake positivity, dawg that shit's killing me Niggas will claim that they good with you After they fail tryna son you and turn out a bitch to me Niggas be talking 'bout underlying feelings I don't lie bout feelings unlike some of you niggas do Man you too pitiful, I think I hinder you I want the bigger you but that's just mini me You got some Hater-ade in your capillaries You need some histamines, I know you're sick of me You post a snippet and go back to clocking in shift at the Krispy Kreme Now I'm just being petty with this shit, I mean dawg, I know that my shit gon' find you Again These niggas will blow a fuse tryna fit in These niggas will text you and act like they're buddy But they'll be the main to talk shit, go make a profit Wipe XavyOff like baby vomit Your bars ain't got the range to talk shit Enunciate your statements, dawg It's embarrassing to play your dogshit Can't understand your sayings, Is your mic broke like section 8 apartments? These niggas always hating but smile right in your face to save their conscience
These niggas be pussy, I stand on that Heart and hand on that, pride first I'm a man on that Got bars for me, I'ma handle that Go ham on that, I love beef Hate sheep, where the Lambo at Niggas fire shots 'til you snatch the ammo bag
Put a bag on your head like a hostage, nigga Want smoke, I'm so hot that I'm caustic, nigga Keep caution, niggas love to switch your words like an anagram But follow your Twitter and your gram They'll follow your opps, and your mans Your music's booty, I'm an asshole, yeah Lay you flat like plateaus Your raps are so bad, I had to listen on mute with the battery dead I just wanna ask are you mad at me yet? Since you wasn't in your feelings when you banned me and shit I'm Jeff Dahmer. Head stomper Stop choking you so I can take your breath longer Jet bomber. Too fucked up from the head down to the neck collar Best not get too comfy with your next song I best warn you, bet on us Keep them off of socials like feds on us Can't wait to put all this led on them, get on them I put this song easy mode, 'cause I ain't lost a beef before Y'all ain't even artists, y'all just some graffiti notes Y'all two cents ain't even worth EBT to read it, bro Y'all are like canceled TV shows begging for production I don't accept no interruptions, but I do perform better in dysfunction Oh yeah, my shit's gon' blow up, man, for sure Ignore my posts, I know my fans will grow And don't DM with open hands and hope I'ma show you cash for scrolling past my post I could probably body half of these niggas But shit, I'd rather chill rap with these niggas But niggas mad about some shit I thought we cleared up, I swear I just laugh at these Niggas Niggas call me and hot headed for getting so damn emotional But at least I'm real enough to let emotion show and not say petty shit with little angry Overtones All passive aggressive and shit Yeah, y'all niggas bitches bro, both of you