Pouya - But Wait, There's More Lyrics

Yuh, yuh, yuh
I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage
I never been to college
I sever the head of rappers
I pack the Mac-11
To send you to another dimension
Not to mention I pop the Smith and Wesson
With no second-guessin'
Yo bitch, get to steppin'
Once I get it you ain't gettin' it
Don't want to hear a word out of your mouth
What's up with that pussy, don't doubt me?
I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi
Bitch I'm outie after that
Oddy's after that
Touch your Instagram
Put you on the map
Don't discriminate
F*ck a handicap
No life or death
Don't tell me that bitch

Back in the Golden Days
I was glowing rays
Now I'm soaked in grey from all these f*cking growing pains
Keep on throwing shade you'll meet the f*ckin shogun's blade
I'm stealing trophies out your trophy case
F*ck the cards I was dealt I got a pokerface to seal an open-base hoe
F*ck an older age though
If life's a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J, hoe
Bitch I'm Yung Plague, no way
Imma a grow fangs
Rip out your throat, ain't saying anything out that hole, mane

Hundred pills, bottles on my motherf*cking dresser, mane
Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane
I'm the mane
That'll make a stain out of your f*cking brain
Smoking strain off some strange grain that I can't explain
F*ck the fame, f*ck these f*cking lames
That's why I isolate
Can't relate to none of you motherf*ckers
Keep me in my grave
Hold up wait
Ducking in the shade
Shooting up the H
Stuck at Hell's gates with Yung Plague and I'm draped in grey