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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colby Haugen
Songwriter
Texty
(Fallen)
Aye, yeah, aye
Your bitch sit next to me, she know I'm crazy, I'm an animal (rah)
She throw that ass back, like she launched it out a catapult
Me, my crew pull up and turn the party to a fashion show (shit)
Fuckboy wanna act up shatter windows, when the hammers go (rah)
Smokin' on some flammable, bitch all we blow is gas (ss, ss)
Never catch a case bitch, 'cause I always wear a mask
Hit your bitch with mean pipe
Then I bounce 'cause this ain't date night (yeah)
Call me Young Chris Hanson, I'll catch you slippin' like it's Dateline
Ain't afraid to catch a charge (nah)
Sniper rifle, pick 'em off (pow)
Night ride on a pussy, like my last name Hasslehoff (beep, beep)
Fuck your father, your mother, your brother, sister and cousin
When I pull up on your block, I'm droppin' bodies in dozens
Hey, Wavehi, why these bitches always wanna test us? (Why?)
I'll turn on the autopilot and do a drive-by in a Tesla
Stationed down in Mexico, it's a every day fiesta (brah)
Bitch, I scam my clientele like my fuckin' name, Bethesda (yeah)
Fuck a bitch, fuck a pussy, fuck a cop and fuck a judge
Fuck the hatred, fuck the sadness, fuck your feelings, fuck the love
You can feel how you want about me, 'cause I do not give a fuck (yeah)
Don't bang my line, no more, motherfucker, 'cause I ain't pickin' up
Feelin' how you feelin' (yeah)
And you sayin' what you sayin' (what you sayin')
I'ma meet you in the cement
Bring that blade like Ninja Gaiden
I might have to call you blanket way I swing you from the railing
Quit your playing, I derail it
Picture perfect, I'm a failure (fucked up)
Yeah, I'm coming to your block and leaving with your bitch
Speaking to his face, I call him Corpse, because he whispering
Grew up playing Metal Gear Solid, so I'm a syndicate
That shit I hear you talking, boy, I do not think you living it
My flow so unlimited
Hit that clutch, I'm spinning it
I'm too rare, I'm limited
Young Mandel, I'm winning it
I make this money, adjust to the internet, bitch
Boy, hit the breaks or you hitting the ditch
Bryan Ortega, I'm popping his disc
Shout out to Nas because life is a bitch
Inspired my feelings in rapping like this
Ever since they play me, let me out my cage
I been switching up these flows just like my name was Ellen Page
Bitch
Say my name, you gon' say shit (shit)
I'm on j-a-s-i-a-h, I'ma break shit
Now I'm upping the pace just to break shift
Skrrt, you wasted
Wipe him off the map, like a blank disc
Beat so heavy that it gave your girl face lift
Rush it and you get basted
I ain't 'posed to rap, I ain't famous
If I'm gonna die, I'm gon' say shit
Before I'm sleeping underneath the pavement
I don't even care about your payment
I only say it once because, I don't make miss
Paying for your plays, yeah I think that that's a fake hit
Shawty hit my phone and she told me that her room vacant
If I want it, I might take it, if I don't, then I'ma fake it
It's like-
Argh, urgh, I'm out of service
Matter fact I'm lying
I do not think you worth it
It's clear, I'm-, (burr)
Writer(s): Colby Haugen, Scott Walker
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