[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Ain't nobody put a gun to your head and it made you listen
A lot of you, I'd rather be dead than to trade positions
You bitches will get to dissin', my bitches will get to drippin'
You bitches will get to fixin' dinner in pots I piss in
And I'm not a politician, indifferent to makin' fans
'Cause I'd rather shake an infant than trip over shakin' hands
Damn. and I'm makin' a stand like a witness and I'm makin' 'em mad
Hit list when I get into the lab
And I hit 'em with a punch and I hit 'em with a ji-ji-jab
Anybody wanna fight him, I'm Tyson before the flab
And they never gonna make it rain with them itty bitty lames can't hail a cab
My bitches thick, I'll put that ripple in they ass
While you tryna not to stare like when a cripple trippin' past ya
Anybody askin' for favors on they behalves
I'm debtin' you 'less it's revenue, then you can do the math
Huh, my boo is mad that I'm buzzin', she's scared I'm movin' on
A stubborn mothafucka, I stuck with her just to prove her wrong
Let that go, I don't really got to sweat 'em, I'mma dead that though
Alzheimers for hymens and that's why they so forgettable
Pitiful, better when I'm in the middle of a psycho episode
The good are dyin' young but I'm tryna live forever so...
[Hook: Emilio Rojas]
My attitude is fuck you, askin' who the fuck is you
You fuckas wanna fuck with me, I promise I'mma fuck you
Fuck you, fuck this, what the fuck did this come to
Fuck the world and don't ask me for shit
So now my attitude is fuck you, askin' who the fuck is you
You fuckas wanna fuck with me, I promise I'mma fuck you
Fuck you, fuck this, what the fuck did this come to
Fuck the world and don't ask me for shit
Ain't nobody put a gun to your head and it made you listen
A lot of you, I'd rather be dead than to trade positions
You bitches will get to dissin', my bitches will get to drippin'
You bitches will get to fixin' dinner in pots I piss in
And I'm not a politician, indifferent to makin' fans
'Cause I'd rather shake an infant than trip over shakin' hands
Damn. and I'm makin' a stand like a witness and I'm makin' 'em mad
Hit list when I get into the lab
And I hit 'em with a punch and I hit 'em with a ji-ji-jab
Anybody wanna fight him, I'm Tyson before the flab
And they never gonna make it rain with them itty bitty lames can't hail a cab
My bitches thick, I'll put that ripple in they ass
While you tryna not to stare like when a cripple trippin' past ya
Anybody askin' for favors on they behalves
I'm debtin' you 'less it's revenue, then you can do the math
Huh, my boo is mad that I'm buzzin', she's scared I'm movin' on
A stubborn mothafucka, I stuck with her just to prove her wrong
Let that go, I don't really got to sweat 'em, I'mma dead that though
Alzheimers for hymens and that's why they so forgettable
Pitiful, better when I'm in the middle of a psycho episode
The good are dyin' young but I'm tryna live forever so...
[Hook: Emilio Rojas]
My attitude is fuck you, askin' who the fuck is you
You fuckas wanna fuck with me, I promise I'mma fuck you
Fuck you, fuck this, what the fuck did this come to
Fuck the world and don't ask me for shit
So now my attitude is fuck you, askin' who the fuck is you
You fuckas wanna fuck with me, I promise I'mma fuck you
Fuck you, fuck this, what the fuck did this come to
Fuck the world and don't ask me for shit
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