F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
Y'all know the vibes
Yeah
Alright my go
Check it
Two, One
Go
I'm just trying have fun and go a little silly
But the world is cold and ain't so pretty
Til she get naked and bring me that kitty
She like it when I dance doin the griddy
I don't wanna be in the club hearing 50
I just wanna get blazed cruise through the city Think about life and why feel pity
Smoking at the crib watching Misery
What it did to me, what it did to them
I feel like Tupac, I'mm above the rim
The ball in my hand, the world is my court
Better go on let life take its course
Got all my smarts from a book called the source Anything you want, life you adore
Play it like a six string got the right chords
Last 20 years like a Honda accord
Barely made college, spit knowledge
Hit em with the TKO, a stoppage
Feelin myself I'm on it now
If you see me at the top, you at the bottom just bow
(Bitch)
Aww man
Let's go
Aye
Aye
Aye
Ugh!
'Fore I snap and break a neck in half
I'm on the path to get the cash, I really need that bag
I'm a titan, it's yo ass if you want to clash
I'll get to bitin' like you fickle niggas stealin' a craft
Might get to slicin' wit the sickle
Sicko pick up the tempo
I'm nothin' simple, original
Hollow tips like a missle
Ugh!
But why a pistol?
I'd rather trigger ya mental
Get higher, inspire wisdom
Be sired for citing rhythm
You liars just fried like chicken
Flow geysers, rely on written
'Cause I suffer from symptoms
Where I talk about kitten
How I had yo bitch smitten
Pussy drippin' from the way I was lickin'
That's how flow off the temple
Not talkin' bout a Buddha
I'll red dot you like a Hindu intruder
So let's just see you maneuver
I'm tryna disappear just like D.B. Cooper
Then go chill at hooters
(Laughs)
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Look, you're just inadequate but I've seen sadder shit
Like a nigga wit his cabbage split
They quick to static shit
Guess he used to do daddy shit
Rappers rich that can't rap for shit
I can't talk, I drop packages
'Til I'm in I'll imagine it
Egos are fragile, but pick your battles
J. Cole said pride is the devil
I hop on her back with a saddle and in my satchel the metal
So when I buck I can settle
You think you tough when I practice thrusts at this f*ckin' level
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Look, you're just inadequate but I've seen sadder shit
Like a nigga wit his cabbage split
Amidst the savages
Guess he used to do daddy shit
Rappers rich that can't rap for shit
I can't talk, I drop packages
'Til I'm in I'll imagine it
Egos are fragile, but pick your battles
J. Cole said pride is the devil
I hop on her back with a saddle and in my satchel the metal
So when you buck I can settle
You think you tough when I practice thrusts at this f*ckin' level
Ha!
No nigga you can't!
Life's a gold digger, no hands
It takes it's toll
I guess keep a pole when you can
This bitch cold as a strand of hair in the morgue
But this flow froze, I'm the man
Just poor roads til them bands can cure souls from my hands
Immortal type goals the force tortures my plans
They clown the broke but like damn!
You were just broke
Okay, and?
I worked hard for the Mille, Patek and the Van
[gunshots]
(Oh shit)
(scream)
(Damn what the f*ck are you doing?!)
Put the damn tarp down man
Look at this mess
Who the f*ck you think cleans this shit?!
(Jesus Christ)
Wrap him up
Let's go
Let's go
Joker Alexander - DOOMHEAD Lyrics
Joker Alexander - DOOMHEAD Lyrics
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F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
Y'all know the vibes
Yeah
Alright my go
Check it
Two, One
Go
I'm just trying have fun and go a little silly
But the world is cold and ain't so pretty
Til she get naked and bring me that kitty
She like it when I dance doin the griddy
I don't wanna be in the club hearing 50
I just wanna get blazed cruise through the city Think about life and why feel pity
Smoking at the crib watching Misery
What it did to me, what it did to them
I feel like Tupac, I'mm above the rim
The ball in my hand, the world is my court
Better go on let life take its course
Got all my smarts from a book called the source Anything you want, life you adore
Play it like a six string got the right chords
Last 20 years like a Honda accord
Barely made college, spit knowledge
Hit em with the TKO, a stoppage
Feelin myself I'm on it now
If you see me at the top, you at the bottom just bow
(Bitch)
Aww man
Let's go
Aye
Aye
Aye
Ugh!
'Fore I snap and break a neck in half
I'm on the path to get the cash, I really need that bag
I'm a titan, it's yo ass if you want to clash
I'll get to bitin' like you fickle niggas stealin' a craft
Might get to slicin' wit the sickle
Sicko pick up the tempo
I'm nothin' simple, original
Hollow tips like a missle
Ugh!
But why a pistol?
I'd rather trigger ya mental
Get higher, inspire wisdom
Be sired for citing rhythm
You liars just fried like chicken
Flow geysers, rely on written
'Cause I suffer from symptoms
Where I talk about kitten
How I had yo bitch smitten
Pussy drippin' from the way I was lickin'
That's how flow off the temple
Not talkin' bout a Buddha
I'll red dot you like a Hindu intruder
So let's just see you maneuver
I'm tryna disappear just like D.B. Cooper
Then go chill at hooters
(Laughs)
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Look, you're just inadequate but I've seen sadder shit
Like a nigga wit his cabbage split
They quick to static shit
Guess he used to do daddy shit
Rappers rich that can't rap for shit
I can't talk, I drop packages
'Til I'm in I'll imagine it
Egos are fragile, but pick your battles
J. Cole said pride is the devil
I hop on her back with a saddle and in my satchel the metal
So when I buck I can settle
You think you tough when I practice thrusts at this f*ckin' level
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Look, you're just inadequate but I've seen sadder shit
Like a nigga wit his cabbage split
Amidst the savages
Guess he used to do daddy shit
Rappers rich that can't rap for shit
I can't talk, I drop packages
'Til I'm in I'll imagine it
Egos are fragile, but pick your battles
J. Cole said pride is the devil
I hop on her back with a saddle and in my satchel the metal
So when you buck I can settle
You think you tough when I practice thrusts at this f*ckin' level
Ha!
No nigga you can't!
Life's a gold digger, no hands
It takes it's toll
I guess keep a pole when you can
This bitch cold as a strand of hair in the morgue
But this flow froze, I'm the man
Just poor roads til them bands can cure souls from my hands
Immortal type goals the force tortures my plans
They clown the broke but like damn!
You were just broke
Okay, and?
I worked hard for the Mille, Patek and the Van
[gunshots]
(Oh shit)
(scream)
(Damn what the f*ck are you doing?!)
Put the damn tarp down man
Look at this mess
Who the f*ck you think cleans this shit?!
(Jesus Christ)
Wrap him up
Let's go
Let's go
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
Y'all know the vibes
Yeah
Alright my go
Check it
Two, One
Go
I'm just trying have fun and go a little silly
But the world is cold and ain't so pretty
Til she get naked and bring me that kitty
She like it when I dance doin the griddy
I don't wanna be in the club hearing 50
I just wanna get blazed cruise through the city Think about life and why feel pity
Smoking at the crib watching Misery
What it did to me, what it did to them
I feel like Tupac, I'mm above the rim
The ball in my hand, the world is my court
Better go on let life take its course
Got all my smarts from a book called the source Anything you want, life you adore
Play it like a six string got the right chords
Last 20 years like a Honda accord
Barely made college, spit knowledge
Hit em with the TKO, a stoppage
Feelin myself I'm on it now
If you see me at the top, you at the bottom just bow
(Bitch)
Aww man
Let's go
Aye
Aye
Aye
Ugh!
'Fore I snap and break a neck in half
I'm on the path to get the cash, I really need that bag
I'm a titan, it's yo ass if you want to clash
I'll get to bitin' like you fickle niggas stealin' a craft
Might get to slicin' wit the sickle
Sicko pick up the tempo
I'm nothin' simple, original
Hollow tips like a missle
Ugh!
But why a pistol?
I'd rather trigger ya mental
Get higher, inspire wisdom
Be sired for citing rhythm
You liars just fried like chicken
Flow geysers, rely on written
'Cause I suffer from symptoms
Where I talk about kitten
How I had yo bitch smitten
Pussy drippin' from the way I was lickin'
That's how flow off the temple
Not talkin' bout a Buddha
I'll red dot you like a Hindu intruder
So let's just see you maneuver
I'm tryna disappear just like D.B. Cooper
Then go chill at hooters
(Laughs)
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Look, you're just inadequate but I've seen sadder shit
Like a nigga wit his cabbage split
They quick to static shit
Guess he used to do daddy shit
Rappers rich that can't rap for shit
I can't talk, I drop packages
'Til I'm in I'll imagine it
Egos are fragile, but pick your battles
J. Cole said pride is the devil
I hop on her back with a saddle and in my satchel the metal
So when I buck I can settle
You think you tough when I practice thrusts at this f*ckin' level
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Lil' bitch, it's "toot toot"; puff, puff pass that gas
F*ck the bullshit, all I wanna do is rap
Not what you used to
A ticking time bomb to react
Flow Metamucil, I'm always gonna shit on the track
Look, you're just inadequate but I've seen sadder shit
Like a nigga wit his cabbage split
Amidst the savages
Guess he used to do daddy shit
Rappers rich that can't rap for shit
I can't talk, I drop packages
'Til I'm in I'll imagine it
Egos are fragile, but pick your battles
J. Cole said pride is the devil
I hop on her back with a saddle and in my satchel the metal
So when you buck I can settle
You think you tough when I practice thrusts at this f*ckin' level
Ha!
No nigga you can't!
Life's a gold digger, no hands
It takes it's toll
I guess keep a pole when you can
This bitch cold as a strand of hair in the morgue
But this flow froze, I'm the man
Just poor roads til them bands can cure souls from my hands
Immortal type goals the force tortures my plans
They clown the broke but like damn!
You were just broke
Okay, and?
I worked hard for the Mille, Patek and the Van
[gunshots]
(Oh shit)
(scream)
(Damn what the f*ck are you doing?!)
Put the damn tarp down man
Look at this mess
Who the f*ck you think cleans this shit?!
(Jesus Christ)
Wrap him up
Let's go
Let's go
Writer: Gram Royal, Jaylin Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid