Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Dedicated to the game like I'm cole
Damn, the boy never fold
Since I was like eight years old
Never really did what I'm told
Step up to the kid and you toast
This is all facts I don't boast
This is my house I'm the host
King of this shit like I'm Los
They big mad, I don't kiss ass, I just kick ass
Tryna diss from a distance but they miss that
What a miss match, can't breakdown my bars like a kit kat
Do not waste my time with some chit chat
I don't even know what I'm pissed at
I'm so money sometimes I just piss cash
But you seem like a smart kid I insist that
You stay away cuz you don't wanna risk that
In your lobby doing donuts
And I bet y'all didn't notice
Brown skin gods we the coldest
Didn't know, now you gon know this
And a murder weapon what the flow is
Tell your babymama who the goat is
I'm a citizen, y'all are tourists
Gotta go back to the chorus
Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Case closed, where you at?
Watch me pull up to your face like "Hey you mad?"
Then I drag you back to the killer shack
You been talkin lotta shit, where you hitters at?
I could dig a hole up in your house
Never did this shit to get the clout
What's the difference in me and your couch
When I f*ck up the game I don't pull out
Still more kills than you f*ckers
And I'm still just a noob
And you pos' to be pro
And the coast gonna know
When I ghost in a ghost
And I sip on this potion alone
Bitch you don't wanna know
What goes in my dome
When I'm sneakin in prone
Better watch for your tone
I stuck to my guts
Cuz I felt in my bones
And I go reckless
F*ck a DOs and the DON'Ts (f*ck it)
Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
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Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Dedicated to the game like I'm cole
Damn, the boy never fold
Since I was like eight years old
Never really did what I'm told
Step up to the kid and you toast
This is all facts I don't boast
This is my house I'm the host
King of this shit like I'm Los
They big mad, I don't kiss ass, I just kick ass
Tryna diss from a distance but they miss that
What a miss match, can't breakdown my bars like a kit kat
Do not waste my time with some chit chat
I don't even know what I'm pissed at
I'm so money sometimes I just piss cash
But you seem like a smart kid I insist that
You stay away cuz you don't wanna risk that
In your lobby doing donuts
And I bet y'all didn't notice
Brown skin gods we the coldest
Didn't know, now you gon know this
And a murder weapon what the flow is
Tell your babymama who the goat is
I'm a citizen, y'all are tourists
Gotta go back to the chorus
Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Case closed, where you at?
Watch me pull up to your face like "Hey you mad?"
Then I drag you back to the killer shack
You been talkin lotta shit, where you hitters at?
I could dig a hole up in your house
Never did this shit to get the clout
What's the difference in me and your couch
When I f*ck up the game I don't pull out
Still more kills than you f*ckers
And I'm still just a noob
And you pos' to be pro
And the coast gonna know
When I ghost in a ghost
And I sip on this potion alone
Bitch you don't wanna know
What goes in my dome
When I'm sneakin in prone
Better watch for your tone
I stuck to my guts
Cuz I felt in my bones
And I go reckless
F*ck a DOs and the DON'Ts (f*ck it)
Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Dedicated to the game like I'm cole
Damn, the boy never fold
Since I was like eight years old
Never really did what I'm told
Step up to the kid and you toast
This is all facts I don't boast
This is my house I'm the host
King of this shit like I'm Los
They big mad, I don't kiss ass, I just kick ass
Tryna diss from a distance but they miss that
What a miss match, can't breakdown my bars like a kit kat
Do not waste my time with some chit chat
I don't even know what I'm pissed at
I'm so money sometimes I just piss cash
But you seem like a smart kid I insist that
You stay away cuz you don't wanna risk that
In your lobby doing donuts
And I bet y'all didn't notice
Brown skin gods we the coldest
Didn't know, now you gon know this
And a murder weapon what the flow is
Tell your babymama who the goat is
I'm a citizen, y'all are tourists
Gotta go back to the chorus
Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Case closed, where you at?
Watch me pull up to your face like "Hey you mad?"
Then I drag you back to the killer shack
You been talkin lotta shit, where you hitters at?
I could dig a hole up in your house
Never did this shit to get the clout
What's the difference in me and your couch
When I f*ck up the game I don't pull out
Still more kills than you f*ckers
And I'm still just a noob
And you pos' to be pro
And the coast gonna know
When I ghost in a ghost
And I sip on this potion alone
Bitch you don't wanna know
What goes in my dome
When I'm sneakin in prone
Better watch for your tone
I stuck to my guts
Cuz I felt in my bones
And I go reckless
F*ck a DOs and the DON'Ts (f*ck it)
Too many heads
Too many rules
Too many guidelines
I been on stealth
Kinda lowkey
Chillin on the sidelines
F*ckin OP
Put it on me
I ain't really dying
They don't know me
But they gon' see
When it's the time
Writer: Ritwik Vyas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid