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Ya, lame niggas don't know about you be the same ones gon' hate the most LOL at my comment section to a dumb question when I make a post Still sipping that Peach Ciroc in my solo cup, time to make a toast This one go to your fucking mom, and she a real one, she done raised a troll Talk shit on your web browser See me in person and bitch up I bet you sleeping with the lights on cause everytime I'm 'round you, you switch up All these lil boys acting real tough on they keyboards with they fingers tapping Meet a nigga in the parking lot with them same hands and we'll get it cracking Have 'em speaking in pig latin This track is spitting like six dragons In fact, I didn't practice, it just happened Make 'em disappear like I did magic Bitch is spazzing, hit, then I flip the mattress Delivery man, got a big package Live lavish, give your man a kiss after Tell that Boy Meet World, cause I been Savage, yeah And you been average Boy I'm bout to blow like Bin Laden I need a girl who got a big ass She don't got class, she been absent Got the game on lock, put it in the cabinet I been have bread like a picnic basket I been killing rappers, put 'em in the casket I been making hits like a tennis racket, goddamn SongtexteWhy you all in my shit? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin I said, why you all in my shit? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin Yo, I got fame but I'm not the type to be outside and deal with the paparazzi I struggle with lots of issues daily, mostly online from the comments I see My shit's whack and I should quit rap? If I catch you, I really hope you got your posse Pull up on you quicker than a Maserati, with a Kamikaze while your mom is watching I'm not impressed with my comment section There's lots of pesting and monologueing "Fuck you Hop, I'm a big fan but I hate you bruh," That's beyond insulting Anger is boxed up in me, shit's tricky How you gon' compliment me then diss me? I'm at the top of trending, it's strictly the skill Can we stop pretending? It's really Pissing me off to the maximum Fuck you niggas, I ain't yapping em I don't even have to pack a gun When I see em face to face they be acting softer than a pack of gum I stick my hand through your chest and detach a lung Watch you until you have fallen like Babylon I been screenshotting the hate you been yapping son So when you see me, uh-oh, little faggot run I got way too much that's going on in my life to have to deal with these bitch haters I'll fuck you up, that's to grown men, high schoolers and fifth graders Don't disrespect, I come new to the shit I don't care if you're a new fan or used to listen We gon' find you and bruise a disk in your back Go tell your dad it was Hopsin and Futuristic Why you all in my shit? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin I said, why you all in my shit? You should get up off of my pics, hoe Why you all in my feed? You should get up off of my dick, bro Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin Yea, my ex girl in my news feed liking everything trying to get attention Quoting me when she making tweets, saying something sweet trying to get a mention I don't even talk to her like she across the room when we in detention Poke her on her forehead said, "Sorry girl, you should mind your business" Miss Independent, yeah right, nigga I see through that like Sprite, nigga Making moves my two to friends and I don't even ride on no bike, nigga Do whatever I like, nigga I met yo ass one time, nigga Now you running 'round the town, just like a clown, saying Futuristic, that's my, nigga Y'all be delusional, stuck in a cubicle doing the usual shit All up on YouTube with something that's musical Comment like an attitude and a bitch Your facts don't even be proveable, always disputable Grown niggas acting like kids That's juvenile, yes I'm removable I might quit rapping and come and stab you in the ribs (Oh god...) Keep it scrolling, you promoting bogus vocals all on my socials And hope that some hoes'll notice then you'll poke 'em You're posting butts, you're broke and everyone knows it Exposing these jokes, how they salty like the ocean My flow is colder than Ben and Jerry's Competition get buried in cemeteries If you hate you can suck on my twinkle berries And keep scrolling nigga... Aus Songtexte Mania