Joss - Wubtb Lyrics

Aye
None of you f*ckers know what you be talking 'bout (nah)
Aye
None of you bitches know what you be talking 'bout (nah)
Nope
None of you rappers know what you be talking 'bout
None of you rappers know what you be
None of you faggots know what you be talking 'bout

Aye
None of you people know what you be talking 'bout
I'll smoke your dead body till I get cotton mouth
I keep producing these hits, I can't stop now
Bars are so strong that they'll put you on lockdown
Take a shot at me, motherf*cker you'll get shot down
I am the star, and you're always getting cropped out
When it comes to rapping, you are nothing but a drop out, uh
I'm a full brain scholar
When I look at you, I wanna give you a dollar
You don't have nothing for ya but you still wanna holler
That you wanna have a f*cking bitch by the collar
But you can't have that
'Cause when I listen to you, all I wanna do is laugh
Really you don't know the first thing about rap
And it's weird for me to say that, 'cause I know I'm not black
But all you really wanna do is just count stacks
And be the one to autograph some girl's rack
But somehow you still make it 'cause the industry is wack
Maybe I'm not talking 'bout violence enough
Maybe I just need to go hijack some stuff
Maybe all the killings, I should pile them up
If you're tryna make it in the game, trial is tough

Aye
None of you f*ckers know what you be talking 'bout (nah)
Aye
None of you bitches know what you be talking 'bout (nah)
Nope
None of you rappers know what you be talking 'bout
None of you rappers know what you be
None of you faggots know what you be talking 'bout

And it's killing me, killing me
My brain juices flowing out like a distillery
You don't wanna know what I got in my artillery
And I get a lot of emails like Hillary, uh
And they all attachments
You better watch out, hit ya with the strap bitch
Ya girl said she loved it when I gave her my package
I don't give a f*ck, got no heart, savage (21)
It's a trail of tears
If you come for me, then I'll tear your peers
Tell me, where's your fears?
I'll put 'em in the spotlight, like a pair of deer
Look, don't try to run or hide
Or you'll get super heated, like the summertime
And I ain't talking '06
But I will agree, it's the samo shit, bitch

Yuh, same 'ol shit bitch
Samo
Same 'ol shit, bitch
Yuh
None of you
None of you
Aye
Aye
None of you
(None of you rappers)