Sippin' some cognac with a bong packed
And It's clear that I'm back on my game
I heard that your songs trash
You're a swamp rat
I'll put fear in the back your brain
Were making contact yeah it's on lad
Pop a serry to numb out your pain
Beef you don't want that, You're a tom cat
Call me Jerry I put him to shame
No time to teach them, (None)
We're from another planet and we're damaging beats like we're vegan
(Damaging, Damaging)
See gyal like Steven
Get her to throw it backwards then I smash it right after I eat it
(Right after I eat it)
Try and hang with us you get defeated
I'll snap and you'll turn to dust like you were Peter
This is your final chance to start retreating
Spinal damage stab him internal bleeding
Been chasing this gift since they tried to evict us
I'm slinging my discs like I slipped a meniscus
I don't need a clique been alone since a jit
So my money don't split when a hit get me rich rich
I told her she's better off keeping her distance
I let a Kalashnikov speak to my feelings
I can't do commitment when half of the women
I've been with are cynical crystals and witches
(You ain't, You ain't, You ain't)
You ain't unique you just say what we've said before
Supply my team with an entire uniform
Tryna freak then I might just go meet, Get her deets
Keep her nailed like I paid for her manicure
She put a pill in my mouth like im suicidal
I put d**k in her mouth while she read the Bible
Raw when Im porking the h**s of rivals
And I roar when I torque like a motorcycle
Sippin' some cognac with a bong packed
And It's clear that I'm back on my game
I heard that your songs trash
You're a swamp rats
I'll put fear in the back your brain
Were making contact yeah it's on lad
Pop a serry to numb out your pain
Beef you don't want that, You're a tom cat
Call me Jerry I put him to shame
Put him to shame
F**k all the lames and f**k all the fame
Just tryna get paid for the shit that I make (Cash)
I'm goin' insane, Sleep deprivation
All of the late nights, Slaving away (EL Moodz)
I'm running the game (Runnin')
I'm paving the way
Attack with the facts
Expecting a stack when y'all records are whack
All of these copies of copies of copies of copies
Y'all zombies are driving me mad
Tell me where the f**' energy at? (We do this)
I'm throwing bands, Run into fans
All of these white girls with a rack
Trying to get inside of my pants
Tell em to f**k off they ain't got a chance (They ain't got a-)
(Sippin' some Sippin' some Sippin' some)
Sippin' some cognac with a bong packed
And It's clear that I'm back on my game
I heard that your songs trash
You're a swamp rat
I'll put fear in the back your brain
Were making contact yeah it's on lad
Pop a serry to numb out the pain
Beef you don't want that, You're a tom cat
Call me Jerry I put him to shame
Aye
