Huh
Lil' $ane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I look better than you
Rap better than you
Chain wetter than you
Get more cheddar than you
Never checkin' for you
Everything I do is better than you
Never lesser than you
Pay attention cause a bitch is givin' lessons to you
Step one
I'ma show you how to skate on the beat like ice
If a bitch want war, give it to him real nice
I stay on y'all heads like white on rice
Okay, okay
So who first on my checklist
Shoulda read the sign when I said do not check this
That little red button, you just had to go and press it
Shoulda did your homework, you not ready for this test, bitch
I find it impressive how you think you can flex on me
Peep the wrist, I can spend a whole check on it
You talkin' slick out your neck and I'ma step on it
Head can be treasure, do not make me put an X on it
Yeah, ho, I stay ready, you don't know I stay petty
With the shit but don't take any
You talk coins but don't make any
Counting niggas who can beat me
Don't go far cause it ain't many
Matter of fact, scratch that
When I look back, it ain't any
Yeah, all these niggas is weak sauce
And I hope they kick the bucket
All these niggas is weak sauce
And they wanna be on my nuggets
So I'ma dip them, fry them
All them bitches get cooked
And I'ma read them for fun
That's the only way they get booked
That's the only way they get air-time
The only way they get played
I just toss them in the air fryer
I told you get niggas ate
Why these niggas wanna play
Like I'm still back in grade school
Get from all my comments
Little bitch, you know we ain't cool
Get from all my comments
And get back in line
You know where I'm from
Hoe the 619
Where we don't go back and forth
With a bitch online
And if they wanna call truce
Nigga, hit decline
Attitude like Cardi
If I beef, it's forever
Up and it's stuck
Will I drop it
Never
Snakes in the grass
Let me get back to mowing
You parked in my spot
So the goons came to tow it
This is for
The one bitch that owe me
I'm still on your ass
Like the cat back in '03
But first
I had to roll up some OG
And body some niggas
Like Nicky on Only
He not a rapper
He a singer
I don't like him
When I see him, middle finger
He don't scare me
Like a bee without a stinger
They know a bitch mean
They can tell by my demeanor
Ha
Yeah
The f*ck is you talking about
I get in the booth
And I take heads off
You bitches can't do what I do
And if you think you can do what I do
Let me know when we need to head up, bitch
Yeah
LiL $ane - My Demeanor Lyrics
LiL $ane - My Demeanor Lyrics
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English
Huh
Lil' $ane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I look better than you
Rap better than you
Chain wetter than you
Get more cheddar than you
Never checkin' for you
Everything I do is better than you
Never lesser than you
Pay attention cause a bitch is givin' lessons to you
Step one
I'ma show you how to skate on the beat like ice
If a bitch want war, give it to him real nice
I stay on y'all heads like white on rice
Okay, okay
So who first on my checklist
Shoulda read the sign when I said do not check this
That little red button, you just had to go and press it
Shoulda did your homework, you not ready for this test, bitch
I find it impressive how you think you can flex on me
Peep the wrist, I can spend a whole check on it
You talkin' slick out your neck and I'ma step on it
Head can be treasure, do not make me put an X on it
Yeah, ho, I stay ready, you don't know I stay petty
With the shit but don't take any
You talk coins but don't make any
Counting niggas who can beat me
Don't go far cause it ain't many
Matter of fact, scratch that
When I look back, it ain't any
Yeah, all these niggas is weak sauce
And I hope they kick the bucket
All these niggas is weak sauce
And they wanna be on my nuggets
So I'ma dip them, fry them
All them bitches get cooked
And I'ma read them for fun
That's the only way they get booked
That's the only way they get air-time
The only way they get played
I just toss them in the air fryer
I told you get niggas ate
Why these niggas wanna play
Like I'm still back in grade school
Get from all my comments
Little bitch, you know we ain't cool
Get from all my comments
And get back in line
You know where I'm from
Hoe the 619
Where we don't go back and forth
With a bitch online
And if they wanna call truce
Nigga, hit decline
Attitude like Cardi
If I beef, it's forever
Up and it's stuck
Will I drop it
Never
Snakes in the grass
Let me get back to mowing
You parked in my spot
So the goons came to tow it
This is for
The one bitch that owe me
I'm still on your ass
Like the cat back in '03
But first
I had to roll up some OG
And body some niggas
Like Nicky on Only
He not a rapper
He a singer
I don't like him
When I see him, middle finger
He don't scare me
Like a bee without a stinger
They know a bitch mean
They can tell by my demeanor
Ha
Yeah
The f*ck is you talking about
I get in the booth
And I take heads off
You bitches can't do what I do
And if you think you can do what I do
Let me know when we need to head up, bitch
Yeah
Lil' $ane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I look better than you
Rap better than you
Chain wetter than you
Get more cheddar than you
Never checkin' for you
Everything I do is better than you
Never lesser than you
Pay attention cause a bitch is givin' lessons to you
Step one
I'ma show you how to skate on the beat like ice
If a bitch want war, give it to him real nice
I stay on y'all heads like white on rice
Okay, okay
So who first on my checklist
Shoulda read the sign when I said do not check this
That little red button, you just had to go and press it
Shoulda did your homework, you not ready for this test, bitch
I find it impressive how you think you can flex on me
Peep the wrist, I can spend a whole check on it
You talkin' slick out your neck and I'ma step on it
Head can be treasure, do not make me put an X on it
Yeah, ho, I stay ready, you don't know I stay petty
With the shit but don't take any
You talk coins but don't make any
Counting niggas who can beat me
Don't go far cause it ain't many
Matter of fact, scratch that
When I look back, it ain't any
Yeah, all these niggas is weak sauce
And I hope they kick the bucket
All these niggas is weak sauce
And they wanna be on my nuggets
So I'ma dip them, fry them
All them bitches get cooked
And I'ma read them for fun
That's the only way they get booked
That's the only way they get air-time
The only way they get played
I just toss them in the air fryer
I told you get niggas ate
Why these niggas wanna play
Like I'm still back in grade school
Get from all my comments
Little bitch, you know we ain't cool
Get from all my comments
And get back in line
You know where I'm from
Hoe the 619
Where we don't go back and forth
With a bitch online
And if they wanna call truce
Nigga, hit decline
Attitude like Cardi
If I beef, it's forever
Up and it's stuck
Will I drop it
Never
Snakes in the grass
Let me get back to mowing
You parked in my spot
So the goons came to tow it
This is for
The one bitch that owe me
I'm still on your ass
Like the cat back in '03
But first
I had to roll up some OG
And body some niggas
Like Nicky on Only
He not a rapper
He a singer
I don't like him
When I see him, middle finger
He don't scare me
Like a bee without a stinger
They know a bitch mean
They can tell by my demeanor
Ha
Yeah
The f*ck is you talking about
I get in the booth
And I take heads off
You bitches can't do what I do
And if you think you can do what I do
Let me know when we need to head up, bitch
Yeah
Writer: La'Sane Robertson Jr.
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