Heatin' up, can't stop
What I mean?
Wrist so clean, on fire, like Sheen
You just want the jimmy, no Dean
Neutron star is what you seen
On another planet, I am the planet
So much ice, crashed, titantic
Smashed the ship so hard, romantic
I ship the bread and me, no sandwich
No sandwich, I had to ham it
On top so long, they said I fell off
Know I had to land it
Still so high up, cause like wings, I spanned it
(That's damage)
Yeah it is
Stuck on your mind, better pay up
Yeah get in line
You in the outer banks of my mind
Like Madelyn Cline, damn fine
Heatin' up, yeah I been gettin' hot
You mad, and you pissed, cause you're not
I am everything you're not
Yeah this a diss, put you on the spot
Own a spot in your head, my lot, my plot
I can top my last stop
Make like clouds and let this drop
Drop, drop, drop for the cash
Don't let it flop
Yeah I get it fast, don't care if it's dark or not
Can stop my mind, it barks a lot
So I'll give you the bird, like its a Motmot
Flipping you off, this my spot
I'm on top, and they forgot
Don't forget, I do same shit, everyday no sweat
So when you wish that you were better than me
Then just remember, what happened last December
Didn't fall off, I just walled off
Took yo bitch, she took her draws off
Cut off loose ends, take your paws off
Dawgs ain't real, they just want pay off
So, I just raise my cash up
Til they go, try and catch up
But they can't, so no more catch up
Fitted like I won an Oscar, let up
Yeah yo bitch, I tossed her
She seen great now, you just lost her
Now you a girlfriend foster
Sorry you should've watched her
She ain't even make the roster
No starter, no bench
The team is fully fenced
When I say that no offense
Nah I lied that made no sense
Lied again that did make cents
Bands, bands, it depends
Yeah I use it, fill my pants
Then I do my money dance
Ego high, watch my stance
Cause I get to do these rants
Your life, a freelance
And you, still shit your pants
I am sorry for the hands, you've been dealt
But that's your manz
This was fun, meetin' fans
I am sorry in advance ay
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Heatin' up, can't stop
What I mean?
Wrist so clean, on fire, like Sheen
You just want the jimmy, no Dean
Neutron star is what you seen
On another planet, I am the planet
So much ice, crashed, titantic
Smashed the ship so hard, romantic
I ship the bread and me, no sandwich
No sandwich, I had to ham it
On top so long, they said I fell off
Know I had to land it
Still so high up, cause like wings, I spanned it
(That's damage)
Yeah it is
Stuck on your mind, better pay up
Yeah get in line
You in the outer banks of my mind
Like Madelyn Cline, damn fine
Heatin' up, yeah I been gettin' hot
You mad, and you pissed, cause you're not
I am everything you're not
Yeah this a diss, put you on the spot
Own a spot in your head, my lot, my plot
I can top my last stop
Make like clouds and let this drop
Drop, drop, drop for the cash
Don't let it flop
Yeah I get it fast, don't care if it's dark or not
Can stop my mind, it barks a lot
So I'll give you the bird, like its a Motmot
Flipping you off, this my spot
I'm on top, and they forgot
Don't forget, I do same shit, everyday no sweat
So when you wish that you were better than me
Then just remember, what happened last December
Didn't fall off, I just walled off
Took yo bitch, she took her draws off
Cut off loose ends, take your paws off
Dawgs ain't real, they just want pay off
So, I just raise my cash up
Til they go, try and catch up
But they can't, so no more catch up
Fitted like I won an Oscar, let up
Yeah yo bitch, I tossed her
She seen great now, you just lost her
Now you a girlfriend foster
Sorry you should've watched her
She ain't even make the roster
No starter, no bench
The team is fully fenced
When I say that no offense
Nah I lied that made no sense
Lied again that did make cents
Bands, bands, it depends
Yeah I use it, fill my pants
Then I do my money dance
Ego high, watch my stance
Cause I get to do these rants
Your life, a freelance
And you, still shit your pants
I am sorry for the hands, you've been dealt
But that's your manz
This was fun, meetin' fans
I am sorry in advance ay
What I mean?
Wrist so clean, on fire, like Sheen
You just want the jimmy, no Dean
Neutron star is what you seen
On another planet, I am the planet
So much ice, crashed, titantic
Smashed the ship so hard, romantic
I ship the bread and me, no sandwich
No sandwich, I had to ham it
On top so long, they said I fell off
Know I had to land it
Still so high up, cause like wings, I spanned it
(That's damage)
Yeah it is
Stuck on your mind, better pay up
Yeah get in line
You in the outer banks of my mind
Like Madelyn Cline, damn fine
Heatin' up, yeah I been gettin' hot
You mad, and you pissed, cause you're not
I am everything you're not
Yeah this a diss, put you on the spot
Own a spot in your head, my lot, my plot
I can top my last stop
Make like clouds and let this drop
Drop, drop, drop for the cash
Don't let it flop
Yeah I get it fast, don't care if it's dark or not
Can stop my mind, it barks a lot
So I'll give you the bird, like its a Motmot
Flipping you off, this my spot
I'm on top, and they forgot
Don't forget, I do same shit, everyday no sweat
So when you wish that you were better than me
Then just remember, what happened last December
Didn't fall off, I just walled off
Took yo bitch, she took her draws off
Cut off loose ends, take your paws off
Dawgs ain't real, they just want pay off
So, I just raise my cash up
Til they go, try and catch up
But they can't, so no more catch up
Fitted like I won an Oscar, let up
Yeah yo bitch, I tossed her
She seen great now, you just lost her
Now you a girlfriend foster
Sorry you should've watched her
She ain't even make the roster
No starter, no bench
The team is fully fenced
When I say that no offense
Nah I lied that made no sense
Lied again that did make cents
Bands, bands, it depends
Yeah I use it, fill my pants
Then I do my money dance
Ego high, watch my stance
Cause I get to do these rants
Your life, a freelance
And you, still shit your pants
I am sorry for the hands, you've been dealt
But that's your manz
This was fun, meetin' fans
I am sorry in advance ay
Writer: Braidyn A Waidelich
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid