Jumping on the mic, like a tramp, imma bounce yo
She jumping on my back, like that bitch out in Glasgow
Spaced out ears, oooh you f*cking up your earlobe
And your dick don't move like a f*cking scarecrow
I can tell you don't want me to win
Digging up a bone like a dog in the backyard, f*ck around with Tiller
He will turn you into trap god, f*ck around with Em
He be listening to rap god, f*ck around with Tyga
He will make your bitch bend her back goddddd
Ahhh shit
F*ck around with me
Yeah you finna be rich
I'm so hype, I would die for this shit, and money ain't a thing if there's no happiness
Can tell you one thing, imma never be late, got all my shit planned man kinda like drake, I taught myself I'm my own coach, I got that type drip from my guy lil boat
Oooh
This feels like a movie, imma rage hard, call me Travis or Uzi
Got me one girl man f*ck all these groupies
And listen right here boy you kinda are loopy
This industry pretty much a f*ckery, a f*ckery but I won't let it f*ck with me
I'm in love with me, I get up and leave
If I don't like you bitch so don't talk to me, don't talk to me
All this music shit pretty f*cking new to me but imma fight for myself
F*ck security, when I make it to plagues, you gone come to me
Then imma be like f*ck you bitch you can leave
Yeah you can leave get out, I wouldn't care if you could afford a penthouse
If I don't like you, I kinda spaz out, if your near me so get the f*ck out
I do this all myself, f*ck I guess I'm on my own
I'm finna die a legend, write it on my tombstone
Studio in my home, bars, beats, chromosome
Jon Snow overload, bitch we on game of thrones
Tall skinny white boy with the ripped jeans
Been in love with music since I was like 16
Football was the main goal, yeah the main dream then I realised
I didn't want that type of scene
Now I gotta good life, yeah you feel that
Wanna add to the body with a shin tat
Wanna f*ck around with pat and his black and white cat like a rat to that tat yeah
Need to order more money for this business
All my shit just stacking up my wish list
I don't have a hit list cause I got a good chick
1 2 1 2
Bitch I'm out
F*ck it
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Jumping on the mic, like a tramp, imma bounce yo
She jumping on my back, like that bitch out in Glasgow
Spaced out ears, oooh you f*cking up your earlobe
And your dick don't move like a f*cking scarecrow
I can tell you don't want me to win
Digging up a bone like a dog in the backyard, f*ck around with Tiller
He will turn you into trap god, f*ck around with Em
He be listening to rap god, f*ck around with Tyga
He will make your bitch bend her back goddddd
Ahhh shit
F*ck around with me
Yeah you finna be rich
I'm so hype, I would die for this shit, and money ain't a thing if there's no happiness
Can tell you one thing, imma never be late, got all my shit planned man kinda like drake, I taught myself I'm my own coach, I got that type drip from my guy lil boat
Oooh
This feels like a movie, imma rage hard, call me Travis or Uzi
Got me one girl man f*ck all these groupies
And listen right here boy you kinda are loopy
This industry pretty much a f*ckery, a f*ckery but I won't let it f*ck with me
I'm in love with me, I get up and leave
If I don't like you bitch so don't talk to me, don't talk to me
All this music shit pretty f*cking new to me but imma fight for myself
F*ck security, when I make it to plagues, you gone come to me
Then imma be like f*ck you bitch you can leave
Yeah you can leave get out, I wouldn't care if you could afford a penthouse
If I don't like you, I kinda spaz out, if your near me so get the f*ck out
I do this all myself, f*ck I guess I'm on my own
I'm finna die a legend, write it on my tombstone
Studio in my home, bars, beats, chromosome
Jon Snow overload, bitch we on game of thrones
Tall skinny white boy with the ripped jeans
Been in love with music since I was like 16
Football was the main goal, yeah the main dream then I realised
I didn't want that type of scene
Now I gotta good life, yeah you feel that
Wanna add to the body with a shin tat
Wanna f*ck around with pat and his black and white cat like a rat to that tat yeah
Need to order more money for this business
All my shit just stacking up my wish list
I don't have a hit list cause I got a good chick
1 2 1 2
Bitch I'm out
F*ck it
She jumping on my back, like that bitch out in Glasgow
Spaced out ears, oooh you f*cking up your earlobe
And your dick don't move like a f*cking scarecrow
I can tell you don't want me to win
Digging up a bone like a dog in the backyard, f*ck around with Tiller
He will turn you into trap god, f*ck around with Em
He be listening to rap god, f*ck around with Tyga
He will make your bitch bend her back goddddd
Ahhh shit
F*ck around with me
Yeah you finna be rich
I'm so hype, I would die for this shit, and money ain't a thing if there's no happiness
Can tell you one thing, imma never be late, got all my shit planned man kinda like drake, I taught myself I'm my own coach, I got that type drip from my guy lil boat
Oooh
This feels like a movie, imma rage hard, call me Travis or Uzi
Got me one girl man f*ck all these groupies
And listen right here boy you kinda are loopy
This industry pretty much a f*ckery, a f*ckery but I won't let it f*ck with me
I'm in love with me, I get up and leave
If I don't like you bitch so don't talk to me, don't talk to me
All this music shit pretty f*cking new to me but imma fight for myself
F*ck security, when I make it to plagues, you gone come to me
Then imma be like f*ck you bitch you can leave
Yeah you can leave get out, I wouldn't care if you could afford a penthouse
If I don't like you, I kinda spaz out, if your near me so get the f*ck out
I do this all myself, f*ck I guess I'm on my own
I'm finna die a legend, write it on my tombstone
Studio in my home, bars, beats, chromosome
Jon Snow overload, bitch we on game of thrones
Tall skinny white boy with the ripped jeans
Been in love with music since I was like 16
Football was the main goal, yeah the main dream then I realised
I didn't want that type of scene
Now I gotta good life, yeah you feel that
Wanna add to the body with a shin tat
Wanna f*ck around with pat and his black and white cat like a rat to that tat yeah
Need to order more money for this business
All my shit just stacking up my wish list
I don't have a hit list cause I got a good chick
1 2 1 2
Bitch I'm out
F*ck it
Writer: Samuel Cresswell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid