Bitches with double A's running their mouths
But no I'm not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don't remember that mattering
Death of the globe letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc I torch em like maverick
I'm copping bandanas say f*ck to a camera
Age of the Internet all the ways intersect
Paths that I've taken have ended up incorrect
Posted up inside a clinic
I murder careers of these wannabe types I'm a cynic
Pop and I drank these pills they take shape
Of my motherf*cking guts no shame to break bank
Passed out cold no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage
Pulled up chalk been drawn it's like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don't roll with you it's just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you're producing
Yo, see I been patient, too passive
But here's some aggression
Cause I ain't impressed by you trash spittin' ass actors
Don't know if it's skill or maybe the talent but either way
Shit y'all lack it, really y'all just need practice
I could probably teach classes, but that don't mean
That y'all'd pass it...
"But I ain't... braggin"
They just don't equip the shit that Seanny spit cause...
"I'm about... action"
See I handle bidness, I need a witness...
"Seanny Be Cashiiiiin"
Like I hit the bank and made it break, they give, I take
And still I chase, the bag til I win the race
I dream chase cause rap shit gone bring me places
Gone and face it, y'all niggas basic (OOH)
Nigga I spit killer like Jason (DO)
Rippin the writtens everytime I step in a booth, to this rap shit
My voice like magic, I
I ain't the best but I earn respect that boy flex when he catch the vibe
I ain't pressed for time, but by looks of this watch
I got it's my time nigga don't be shy give Sol the shine
Pulled up chalk been drawn it's like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don't roll with you it's just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you're producing
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Bitches with double A's running their mouths
But no I'm not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don't remember that mattering
Death of the globe letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc I torch em like maverick
I'm copping bandanas say f*ck to a camera
Age of the Internet all the ways intersect
Paths that I've taken have ended up incorrect
Posted up inside a clinic
I murder careers of these wannabe types I'm a cynic
Pop and I drank these pills they take shape
Of my motherf*cking guts no shame to break bank
Passed out cold no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage
Pulled up chalk been drawn it's like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don't roll with you it's just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you're producing
Yo, see I been patient, too passive
But here's some aggression
Cause I ain't impressed by you trash spittin' ass actors
Don't know if it's skill or maybe the talent but either way
Shit y'all lack it, really y'all just need practice
I could probably teach classes, but that don't mean
That y'all'd pass it...
"But I ain't... braggin"
They just don't equip the shit that Seanny spit cause...
"I'm about... action"
See I handle bidness, I need a witness...
"Seanny Be Cashiiiiin"
Like I hit the bank and made it break, they give, I take
And still I chase, the bag til I win the race
I dream chase cause rap shit gone bring me places
Gone and face it, y'all niggas basic (OOH)
Nigga I spit killer like Jason (DO)
Rippin the writtens everytime I step in a booth, to this rap shit
My voice like magic, I
I ain't the best but I earn respect that boy flex when he catch the vibe
I ain't pressed for time, but by looks of this watch
I got it's my time nigga don't be shy give Sol the shine
Pulled up chalk been drawn it's like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don't roll with you it's just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you're producing
But no I'm not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don't remember that mattering
Death of the globe letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc I torch em like maverick
I'm copping bandanas say f*ck to a camera
Age of the Internet all the ways intersect
Paths that I've taken have ended up incorrect
Posted up inside a clinic
I murder careers of these wannabe types I'm a cynic
Pop and I drank these pills they take shape
Of my motherf*cking guts no shame to break bank
Passed out cold no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage
Pulled up chalk been drawn it's like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don't roll with you it's just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you're producing
Yo, see I been patient, too passive
But here's some aggression
Cause I ain't impressed by you trash spittin' ass actors
Don't know if it's skill or maybe the talent but either way
Shit y'all lack it, really y'all just need practice
I could probably teach classes, but that don't mean
That y'all'd pass it...
"But I ain't... braggin"
They just don't equip the shit that Seanny spit cause...
"I'm about... action"
See I handle bidness, I need a witness...
"Seanny Be Cashiiiiin"
Like I hit the bank and made it break, they give, I take
And still I chase, the bag til I win the race
I dream chase cause rap shit gone bring me places
Gone and face it, y'all niggas basic (OOH)
Nigga I spit killer like Jason (DO)
Rippin the writtens everytime I step in a booth, to this rap shit
My voice like magic, I
I ain't the best but I earn respect that boy flex when he catch the vibe
I ain't pressed for time, but by looks of this watch
I got it's my time nigga don't be shy give Sol the shine
Pulled up chalk been drawn it's like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don't roll with you it's just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you're producing
Writer: Seanny Sol, Y K
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid