Parental Advisory Video (MV)

VAMZ beats
Hit the club harder than golf tees
Hit that shit harder than Ali
You don't want smoke with a OG
That's not me
But I'll be
One of them names you goin read
Double XXL number 20
All of my streams get increased
Pay me

I'll see
What I mean
You hatin
Don't try me
I'm patient
I'm finding
That mood that make it vibey

You makin
Me smiling
When you
Say I'm wilding
Don't share but you lying
Im your playlist hiding

Who said that jimmy kid was wack and trash?
You should get jumped and raped and shit just for saying that (What the f*ck)
Oh my gaaash and I can't believe he's saying that
Bitch calm down only said it to clickbait your ass

People say things that'll make shit worse
I can f*ck a bitch that was in a hearse
I put bhad baddie right up on a verse
Then abort that shit cause that shit don't work

It's trap beats now
Got the whole thing blurred
Bennett shoot-in like he's packin' nerfs
And he'll put you on
Like a chemo nurse
I got cancer flows, with cigarette burns

Meaning my shit is so thick and sick
Like diabetics is
I poke you with a stick
I keep on makin hits
While you flick your wrists
I beat your management
And milk the money tits
Didn't need that shit

Just to get up here
We don't need a chair
Say some crazy shit
And we almost there
Get a little color
And some dready hair
Talk about the fears

Shoot uzi at carti
Set him on fire let him die lit
(Mumble bitch)
Pour gasoline down a pumps throat and just make him sick
Talk about one hit wonders put xan on that list
Disrespect legends goin haunt you
Ghost of pac f*cked your career

It's funny this here
I'm bumping this year
But last year you ain't give a f*ck bout me dear
I asked you to share
You said noones there
Wasn't playin my music til this song appeared

Ill diss all you, period don't offer no deal
Labels will sign you and eat out your meal
Unless you are Kendrick, or shady or ville, or Joyner, or Andre, or logic, but still

I need all the Cheques and all of mass appeal
I don't need rhyme about poppin no pills
I'll make a whole song about 69 in jail
And The rainbow hair, that'll fit you well

You goin get stretched
Man I hope you blessed
And I know you stressed
But you did yo best
I know fans upset
But I'm now up next
Imma deal this deck
Til I die, no less

Bullet for every migos
That's a trio
Shots get fired your PO
Could detain you
Shoot at and light up the whole the studio
Cause I'm tired of hearing y'all, man you gotta go

Got the talent
But repeat all the same flows
Got the voice but
Auto tune all your damn shows
Won't say shit
Without producers on Payroll
Cause beats are the ones that all made y'all, you all suck though

F*ck no
Don't let me start on Dave East
Nah just playin man that dude is a beast
I like Tee Grizz
And I like J I D
But the rest ride waves like lil yachty

You could put a lil bitch or young somethin
In the front of your name that you bumpin
But you biting off styles
Give credit and smile
Atleast when you rap pay your homage

I f*ck her like wow
Get lust and get out
I'm poppin off shit
Get money and drown
In liquor I'm proud
Im broke and what now
You goin get a slap
From my momma like pow

You wasted your cash
All of you rappers your chains are assets
You better go watch out on your manager yet
Lawyers for lawyers it's shady business
Like biggie just said

And I'm not done yet
I'm rippin and flippin
Ligggity splittin em
Pick em up stick in him
Into a synonym garbage bins
Hearin em, bitchin And killin em
F*ck all them bitches then
F*ck all them bitches yeah
We need the newer gen
Step up the lyrics kid
Cordae can not be the only one, our age
To teach kids to get paid, while making rap history