Piché - Gypsy Blanchard Lyrics

Y'all just want a coup, good, you spitting that bird shit
Stealing hot bars, forgery, y'all ain't been wordsmiths
I'm an overcharged lithium, spitting short circuits
This a class act I headline, head back to the circus
I'm clowning on these rappers thinking that they spitting germs
They bout sick as Gypsy Blanchard, cacography, I'm in cursive
Spitting circles round these squares, got no depth, you writing surface
Bars on drugs and cursing, that ain't music, that's disservice
Catch me rapping with a stoma, I'm racing pods, Sebulba
The coldest sorta, Snow Miser in 90's California
Got that Polo clothe assortment, Lauren born in Portland
I rose up like the lotus, y'all are swimming boys, I'm floating
Yeah I'm a pretty boy, Kittery to the city boy
Richer than you soy drinking dick riding gimmick boys
You sitting in a civic boy, I'm whipping in a finish, boy
Cedes with the glisten and a system making city noise
Yeah I'm like a kitty toy, bitches on me more than pants (Resulting)
I was sulking, now it's funny, all these whack raps insulting
Your masterpiece is off the beat and all bout titty sucking
Young king, I master all my tracks, you busy funding
I'm better, it's evident, I'm selling shit that I'm rendering
You been begging for relevance, sound a lot like the president
Your bitch said I got presence and then she said she got presents
Hit it, left her residence, then never present again, skrt
We all wanna make our money, and y'all don't wanna work
(Y'all just want a coup)
We all wanna fall in love, y'all think that's a quick jerk
(Y'all just want a coup)
You whining: I think money is the best cure for everything
(Y'all just want a coup)
Stop whining: Y'all never ever ever cared about me, me, yeah
(Y'all just want a coup)
Y'all just want a coup, good, you spitting that bird shit
Stealing hot bars, forgery, y'all ain't been wordsmiths
I'm an overcharged lithium, spitting short circuits
This a class act I headline, head back to the circus
I'm clowning on these rappers thinking that they spitting germs
They bout sick as Gypsy Blanchard, cacography, I'm in cursive
Spitting circles round these squares, got no depth, you writing surface
Bars on drugs and cursing, that ain't music, that's disservice
Y'all just want a coup, good, you spitting that bird shit
St-sting hot bars, forgery, y'all y'all ain't been wordsmiths
I'm I'm over over lithium, spitting short circuits
This a class act I headline, head back to the circus
Ain't always bout the versus when I'm writing these verses
The law done got me churning when they all bout imbursement
They getting good people, leaving out all the vermin
Turning parents to the churches when their kid has been turned in
How we locking up the nicest people that we done earned, shit
It's 2019 and some weed'll get the homies serving
They ain't even deserve it
I've even been on some worse shit
1 gram'll get 'em 3 years, and just 'cause they turned it
Drunk and swerving on the percs, the boy he got the hearses
But a Jackson for a class 4, now that sounds deserving
I'm sure the taxpayers happy getting kids off the urban
Burning money that they earned ensuring such a stupid purpose
This the 1940 German, but current, thought we would learn it
We got serpents making rules, deport a person for a turban
This under my epidermis, I was certain we could curve it
Now this burden only worsen, so I'm pouring out the bourbon
Yeah, I'm pouring out the bourbon
Y'all are busy jerking it, I'm putting all the work in
Yeah, I'm pouring out the bourbon
Y'all think that your making statements from behind the PC curtain
Y'all just want a coup, good, you spitting that bird shit
Stealing hot bars, forgery, y'all ain't been wordsmiths
I'm an overcharged lithium, spitting short circuits
This a class act I headline, head back to the circus
I'm clowning on these rappers thinking that they spitting germs
They bout sick as Gypsy Blanchard, cacography, I'm in cursive
Spitting circles round these squares, got no depth, you writing surface
Bars on drugs and cursing, that ain't music, that's disservice