[Verse 1: Copywrite]
Copywrite the white James Brown, write flames down
I rain on these lightweight clowns with lightweight sounds, you lie
Face-down while I take crowns and violate towns
And fuck who opened up (Fuck ‘em, man), it’s my place now (Fuck out of here)
But you barking loudly for a mutt that’s part chihuahua
Still shine when I’m high, partly sunny, partly cloudy
You talking mouthy? And I’ma duct tape you fuck faces
Ain’t no way to straighten how you bit, fuck braces
Gauges end up blazing out you cliques, duck quickly
I’m like a broken condom, none of y’all can fuck with me
I hope you’re cool resolving that, revolving gat aimed at your frame
The palms will clap, the High Exaulted’s back
Fresh off tour (Yeah), left a mess on whores. Promoters
That owe us dough sweat bullets through Teflon pours
And I match ‘em, two for every one they sweat out, spread
The lead out with highbeams, I’m like Visine, I get the red out
[Verse 2: Yak Ballz]
We at
The club, and I’m out of my forehead, eyes so
Bloodshed, everything’s painted all red
And we all wet. Shit, my crew all bent enough
To send shots straight through the doors of a Benz limo
So obliterated, they ID ‘em by the passenger’s dental
Pissy drunk and I’m tipping like dominoes
We live it up, plush spots, we get high in ‘em, and when I’m
In the cut, sipping my cup in fly denim, haters
Know we got fly with ‘em, bitches wanna rock with ‘em
After the bar, leaving with so-called rap stars
Smoking too many blunts, they making me laugh hard
We rap gods, Weathermen, it’s time to blast off
Copywrite the white James Brown, write flames down
I rain on these lightweight clowns with lightweight sounds, you lie
Face-down while I take crowns and violate towns
And fuck who opened up (Fuck ‘em, man), it’s my place now (Fuck out of here)
But you barking loudly for a mutt that’s part chihuahua
Still shine when I’m high, partly sunny, partly cloudy
You talking mouthy? And I’ma duct tape you fuck faces
Ain’t no way to straighten how you bit, fuck braces
Gauges end up blazing out you cliques, duck quickly
I’m like a broken condom, none of y’all can fuck with me
I hope you’re cool resolving that, revolving gat aimed at your frame
The palms will clap, the High Exaulted’s back
Fresh off tour (Yeah), left a mess on whores. Promoters
That owe us dough sweat bullets through Teflon pours
And I match ‘em, two for every one they sweat out, spread
The lead out with highbeams, I’m like Visine, I get the red out
[Verse 2: Yak Ballz]
We at
The club, and I’m out of my forehead, eyes so
Bloodshed, everything’s painted all red
And we all wet. Shit, my crew all bent enough
To send shots straight through the doors of a Benz limo
So obliterated, they ID ‘em by the passenger’s dental
Pissy drunk and I’m tipping like dominoes
We live it up, plush spots, we get high in ‘em, and when I’m
In the cut, sipping my cup in fly denim, haters
Know we got fly with ‘em, bitches wanna rock with ‘em
After the bar, leaving with so-called rap stars
Smoking too many blunts, they making me laugh hard
We rap gods, Weathermen, it’s time to blast off
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