D!Ckhead (feat. Prop)

Prop, who made it? So I'm back (I'm back, I'm back) Uhhh And this one's called "D!CKHEAD" Man just I'm sat here, beginning to losing control I kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console When I say I'm climbing through the ranks, I want god tho If you want the smoke, I'll smack ya fag right out ya gob, bro Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up Fill it up, lean, I'm fucked My brain just did a fucking wheel up I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup Bill it with my bitch We doing 2cb and seeing stuff I ain't playing even so Steven can suck my semen You leaching and fucking preaching Now shut the fuck up, uh If a dickhead got me drunk enough I'd slump a cunt for fucking nothing, uh And I don't give a fuck no more (no more) Two fucks, you ain't getting no more (no more) Two fucks, you ain't getting no more I put my pen to thе pad, if the pen writes crud Thеn the pen is the punk to be blamed I'll back my bitch if a bitch beef her I'ma back my bad B's every claim And don't, don't like them man that act like They do bits when they out on stage Some fuckin' pricks wanna act too tough Call bluff Man just I'm sat here, beginning to losing control I kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console When I say I'm climbing through the ranks, I want god tho If you want the smoke, I'll smack ya fag right out ya gob, bro Loud pack landed, I'ma bill it up Fill it up, lean, I'm fucked My brain just did a fucking wheel up I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup Bill it with my bitch We doing 2cb and seeing stuff Uh, I'ma fucking dickhead I fuck up anything I jump on BVDLVD run up on the beat and beat it, man I don't even give no fucks My drugs got me up in a place of leaning, man So why you gotta poke your nose up my arse Like one of them COVID screenings cuz? Too many man, just cat-cat-cat-cat-cat Pussies got me heated, fam If you got the balls to send, my friend, then do it I'll leave you leakin' harder than my singles when I preview it I might just fuck up the rap game, that's how the UK do it Man just got back from a break And now these rappers wanna start shit, uh Since September, I been laughin' I'm too busy blowin' up, Bin Ladin Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin That's your dad and you know it, you're a smart kid Bitch, I'm right on target, I'm focused right now Gonna shell 'til I see that claret, I'll back it Mana roll will malice and madness You ain't got that BVDLVD flow Like I'ma fucking punk Like I'ma fucking dickhead, man I'm back to backhand Slap ya nan, man (Slap ya nan, man) Fuck 2020, 2020 be shit, fuck that shit, aye, yeah, yeah Fuck this madness Kick back, leave it to the dogs Man I'm coming for the big racks And feed it to the stocks Man, I'm getting more than interest I fascinate the gods Man, I'm getting all them big checks And give it to the squad I'll give any man a left hook If you cap or jack my flow I'll hit you with that textbook Bally on or bally off, I'll leave you with ya next crook Pussy wanna square up But can't even hold a press up Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain't next up Prop, who made it?