Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
You out of touch with reality
If you don't feel me
I know you hear me
I know they jealous when I'm pulling up
Cuz they want to be in what I'm steering
Pockets all swollen, Double XL
Pull out the lot like a bat out of hell
On my Bruce Wayne shit, no Christian Bale
Twelve can't catch me, ain't worried bout bail
I know why they love me
My flow is electric
Tapped into the game
I'm really connected
We from the future
The crew like "The Jetsons"
I'm built for this shit
I feel like it was destined
New watch on my wrist, cP
Two tone, pink and slime green
Y'all flexing on IG
That's so twenty, twenty-three
I'm in the year three thousand
Man, look at these pussies pouting
Cuz I'm in the pussy drowning
My bitch is a water fountain
I got the juice, I never lose
I do what I want, I be breaking the rules
What you gon do? What you gon do?
Oh you mad? Well that's too bad
Y'all making me laugh
I was so broke, that was the past
Suicide doors on a chromed out Lamb
I don't play games
I go straight for the throat
She don't play games
She get straight to the throat
Grinding, no label, I do it alone
DempseyRollBoy, in a world of my own
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
They in pockets, they all in my business
But they don't even know what I'm on
Most of the time
I be rolling around with a blunt in my hand
Cnd you know that it's strong
They cannot catch up with me
This a quarterback sneak, go deep, I told em "go long"
Me and these rappers
We couldn't be anymore different
F*ck em, we don't get along
We don't get along
I'm turning trap shit
Into some rap shit
I could turn anything into a classic
They tried to knock me right off of my feet
But I'm still undefeated, I'm coming out standing
Pick any rapper, I'll give em a halo
They swinging on me
Like they play for the angels
I put em to sleep
Put em back in they cradles
If y'all want war
I'mma turn into Kratos
Straight to the top
Man I'm reaching the pinnacle
Obsessed with the grind
I'm a sick individual
Y'all biting my flow
Man I need my residuals
Nah f*ck all that shit
Cll y'all streams at a minimal
Dissecting the beat
Like a surgeon, I'm clinical
It's realer than rap
Cll my verses are biblical
No social accounts
Online, I'm invisible
I put in ten thousand
This wasn't no miracle
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
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English
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
You out of touch with reality
If you don't feel me
I know you hear me
I know they jealous when I'm pulling up
Cuz they want to be in what I'm steering
Pockets all swollen, Double XL
Pull out the lot like a bat out of hell
On my Bruce Wayne shit, no Christian Bale
Twelve can't catch me, ain't worried bout bail
I know why they love me
My flow is electric
Tapped into the game
I'm really connected
We from the future
The crew like "The Jetsons"
I'm built for this shit
I feel like it was destined
New watch on my wrist, cP
Two tone, pink and slime green
Y'all flexing on IG
That's so twenty, twenty-three
I'm in the year three thousand
Man, look at these pussies pouting
Cuz I'm in the pussy drowning
My bitch is a water fountain
I got the juice, I never lose
I do what I want, I be breaking the rules
What you gon do? What you gon do?
Oh you mad? Well that's too bad
Y'all making me laugh
I was so broke, that was the past
Suicide doors on a chromed out Lamb
I don't play games
I go straight for the throat
She don't play games
She get straight to the throat
Grinding, no label, I do it alone
DempseyRollBoy, in a world of my own
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
They in pockets, they all in my business
But they don't even know what I'm on
Most of the time
I be rolling around with a blunt in my hand
Cnd you know that it's strong
They cannot catch up with me
This a quarterback sneak, go deep, I told em "go long"
Me and these rappers
We couldn't be anymore different
F*ck em, we don't get along
We don't get along
I'm turning trap shit
Into some rap shit
I could turn anything into a classic
They tried to knock me right off of my feet
But I'm still undefeated, I'm coming out standing
Pick any rapper, I'll give em a halo
They swinging on me
Like they play for the angels
I put em to sleep
Put em back in they cradles
If y'all want war
I'mma turn into Kratos
Straight to the top
Man I'm reaching the pinnacle
Obsessed with the grind
I'm a sick individual
Y'all biting my flow
Man I need my residuals
Nah f*ck all that shit
Cll y'all streams at a minimal
Dissecting the beat
Like a surgeon, I'm clinical
It's realer than rap
Cll my verses are biblical
No social accounts
Online, I'm invisible
I put in ten thousand
This wasn't no miracle
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
You out of touch with reality
If you don't feel me
I know you hear me
I know they jealous when I'm pulling up
Cuz they want to be in what I'm steering
Pockets all swollen, Double XL
Pull out the lot like a bat out of hell
On my Bruce Wayne shit, no Christian Bale
Twelve can't catch me, ain't worried bout bail
I know why they love me
My flow is electric
Tapped into the game
I'm really connected
We from the future
The crew like "The Jetsons"
I'm built for this shit
I feel like it was destined
New watch on my wrist, cP
Two tone, pink and slime green
Y'all flexing on IG
That's so twenty, twenty-three
I'm in the year three thousand
Man, look at these pussies pouting
Cuz I'm in the pussy drowning
My bitch is a water fountain
I got the juice, I never lose
I do what I want, I be breaking the rules
What you gon do? What you gon do?
Oh you mad? Well that's too bad
Y'all making me laugh
I was so broke, that was the past
Suicide doors on a chromed out Lamb
I don't play games
I go straight for the throat
She don't play games
She get straight to the throat
Grinding, no label, I do it alone
DempseyRollBoy, in a world of my own
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian
They in pockets, they all in my business
But they don't even know what I'm on
Most of the time
I be rolling around with a blunt in my hand
Cnd you know that it's strong
They cannot catch up with me
This a quarterback sneak, go deep, I told em "go long"
Me and these rappers
We couldn't be anymore different
F*ck em, we don't get along
We don't get along
I'm turning trap shit
Into some rap shit
I could turn anything into a classic
They tried to knock me right off of my feet
But I'm still undefeated, I'm coming out standing
Pick any rapper, I'll give em a halo
They swinging on me
Like they play for the angels
I put em to sleep
Put em back in they cradles
If y'all want war
I'mma turn into Kratos
Straight to the top
Man I'm reaching the pinnacle
Obsessed with the grind
I'm a sick individual
Y'all biting my flow
Man I need my residuals
Nah f*ck all that shit
Cll y'all streams at a minimal
Dissecting the beat
Like a surgeon, I'm clinical
It's realer than rap
Cll my verses are biblical
No social accounts
Online, I'm invisible
I put in ten thousand
This wasn't no miracle
Why don't you shut up and listen?
I'm on some digital dripped shit
I know what to do with these numbers
I'm adding em up, I'm doing addition
Shawty been cleaning me up
She giving me slop, she doing the dishes
Iced out cross on my neck
I'm walking with God but I'm not a Christian