Stuck up

Shut up, ****, and let me think

You can call me Da Vinci, or Van Gogh

I don't know, ****, just know I paint

Bro pourin' in some sort of Faygo

I don't know, ****, just know it's drank

Big bro blowin' on some sort of straino

I don't know, ****, just know it stank

I'm a stuck up ****, don't ask me why I can't link, just know I can't

You a fuck up ****, you ain't even got to ask no question, to know I ain't

I know a klepto ****, on the west that be snatching up shit, and fucking up links

I know a klepto **** that ain't ever earned him no check, but will fuck up a bank

You a punk ass, ho ass, square ass

I don't know, ****, just know you lame, yeah

Joke ass **** be hating all over the 'net

I don't know your name, yeah

Ho ass **** down bad, now he upset

I don't know your pain, yeah

Ho ass **** got messed up started throwing up sets

I don't know your gang

Tell me how in the fuck can you claim we peers?

I can't even take your serious

Tell me how bro interrupted what these **** been sayin'

The blicky just sent out periods

It's probably a four in the cup that's in brodie'nem hand

Lil' shorty, don't get too curious

I know a dough boy **** that stay in the trap

So the inside look luxurious

Pardon me, boy

If I call you a bitch, just know I ain't talkin' about gender

I'm more so saying you faking it, boy

You sweet, more like Splenda

This iron on me is a shredder

Just like that **** who beat up Splinter

This iron on bro is a SCAR

Just like that **** who set up Simba

I ain't gonna' lie, if you think I'm up

Just wait 'til the payday hit

I ain't gonna' lie or make shit up

We don't even play they shit

I'm on the web right now tryna' play with my time

I'm shoppin' for LA trips

I'm on the web right now tryna' play with my, uh

I'm shoppin' for LA fits

I hop out the bed and hop on the mic

I'm shittin' right off of the wake up

I hop out the bed, I'm goin' to work

I'm sippin' right off of the cake up

Shittin' on **** is getting too easy

It's making it harder to stay up

Shittin' on **** got way too easy

It's hard to fuck my day up

You could be six foot, ****

Bet you're still gonna' fall up short

Lame ass **** couldn't ball on me if I threw him the rock on the court

All you **** some broads to me

What the fuck would I pop out for?

Keeping the heat like law to me

So I'm bringing the Glock out more

First rap check, got a brand new strap

'Cause I can't go out ironic

If boy pull up tryna' order me out

We bringing it out just like Sonic

If boy pull up then the, uh, gon' sing

I ain't talking about no Silk Sonic

These online **** ain't getting no cheese

I ain't worried about no lil' comment