Ayo IC
What up, OD?
Aren't you tired of all these "yahs" and the "ayes" in these damn songs nowadays?
Yeah bro, that shit's getting old
I mean, it's wack to be honest
You know what? Let me put it in this track
F*ck the yahs, f*ck the ayes that's all I gotta say
All that shit's the same, I don't wanna play that game
'Cause I'm tryin' to make it to the hall of fame
Can't you tell what I'm doin's f*ckin' insane?
Insecure Child, it's so f*ckin' wild
I been here, just waitin' for a f*ckin' while
You can't f*ck with me and OD (and Placeholder) and our f*cking style
I'm not happy, can't you tell that I don't smile?
I wasn't even invited to be on this track, but, it's my beat, so
F*ck it
I don't wanna hear about a wack rapper, cash stack grabber, won't last three months
Fast car, fine bitch, fake shit, no money
F*ck that f*ckin' bullshit you ain't funny
"Get down, get low," you say, but you give two shits, got no game
All your lyrics wack shit so lame
Talkin'bout cocaine
Ho go back to fourth grade
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Ayo IC
What up, OD?
Aren't you tired of all these "yahs" and the "ayes" in these damn songs nowadays?
Yeah bro, that shit's getting old
I mean, it's wack to be honest
You know what? Let me put it in this track
F*ck the yahs, f*ck the ayes that's all I gotta say
All that shit's the same, I don't wanna play that game
'Cause I'm tryin' to make it to the hall of fame
Can't you tell what I'm doin's f*ckin' insane?
Insecure Child, it's so f*ckin' wild
I been here, just waitin' for a f*ckin' while
You can't f*ck with me and OD (and Placeholder) and our f*cking style
I'm not happy, can't you tell that I don't smile?
I wasn't even invited to be on this track, but, it's my beat, so
F*ck it
I don't wanna hear about a wack rapper, cash stack grabber, won't last three months
Fast car, fine bitch, fake shit, no money
F*ck that f*ckin' bullshit you ain't funny
"Get down, get low," you say, but you give two shits, got no game
All your lyrics wack shit so lame
Talkin'bout cocaine
Ho go back to fourth grade
What up, OD?
Aren't you tired of all these "yahs" and the "ayes" in these damn songs nowadays?
Yeah bro, that shit's getting old
I mean, it's wack to be honest
You know what? Let me put it in this track
F*ck the yahs, f*ck the ayes that's all I gotta say
All that shit's the same, I don't wanna play that game
'Cause I'm tryin' to make it to the hall of fame
Can't you tell what I'm doin's f*ckin' insane?
Insecure Child, it's so f*ckin' wild
I been here, just waitin' for a f*ckin' while
You can't f*ck with me and OD (and Placeholder) and our f*cking style
I'm not happy, can't you tell that I don't smile?
I wasn't even invited to be on this track, but, it's my beat, so
F*ck it
I don't wanna hear about a wack rapper, cash stack grabber, won't last three months
Fast car, fine bitch, fake shit, no money
F*ck that f*ckin' bullshit you ain't funny
"Get down, get low," you say, but you give two shits, got no game
All your lyrics wack shit so lame
Talkin'bout cocaine
Ho go back to fourth grade
Writer: Colton Eisel, Diego Sandoval, John Ribataake
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid