I'm on? Okay
Niggas be counting me out
Cuz I don't got bitches
I don't got no clout
I don't like to brag
I don't run my mouth
Just put a toetag on all of your doubts
Shut up already
"Oh he ain't ready"
"Oh he a bitch"
"Hope he don't live"
"Hope he don't come around wit his lil dirty ass trying to sink all his teeth in my bitch"
"He ain't a rapper
He just a actor"
"Oh he a lame"
"Shit be the same"
"Fix your delivery"
"He got potential to spit
But i think he just lit off the cane"
F*ck you I ain't
F*ck is you sayin
F*ck your opinion I'm sorry I asked you
You acting like we don't make music the same
You the real actor for clinging to fame
Nothing on wrist
Regular fit
Don't need a brand to get all my attention
Cuz you feel the tension whenever I spit
Get off my dick
You itching to pitch
But sit on the bench
All of you snakes
I smell a stench
You just wanna brag
Bout alla that excellent shit that you did
I'm not the expert
But you may need a hit
Not on no green
Not on no mid
Only the loud
Cuz y'all on a trip
Niggas who don't wanna get on a song wit me
Be the same ones saying "yo shit is lit"
Oh wait a minute
Now that I think
About it the problem is easy to see
It's either they scared to see all my potential
Or maybe they just prolly lying to me
F*ck it I'll igg em
But I'm so sick of the solo shit
I think I'm ready to quit
On my dolo shit
Don't need yo listen
I'm lit off of my own shit
Look at these women I pincher like
Doberman
Ain't the best but I'm better than the last guy
I don't wanna just sit and watch rap die
So I gotta suck it up
Cuz I don't
Spit that same dumb shit niggas love
And that's why
Niggas be counting me out
Cuz I don't got bitches
I don't got no clout
I don't like to brag
I don't run my mouth
Just put a toetag on all of your doubts
Shut up already
"Oh he ain't ready"
"Oh he a bitch"
"Hope he don't live"
"Hope he don't come around wit his lil dirty ass trying to sink all his teeth in my bitch"
I just f*ck two bitches in the butt
Tryna get me something I can feeeeeeeeel
You could see the boredom in my cup
All that vanity
Don't make you ill
Looking at me like a give a f*ck
Throw my middle fingers up
And chilllllll
All that stupid Karma come in clutch
All that vanity don't make you ill
Sonic Law$ - Middle Finger Lyrics
Sonic Law$ - Middle Finger Lyrics
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I'm on? Okay
Niggas be counting me out
Cuz I don't got bitches
I don't got no clout
I don't like to brag
I don't run my mouth
Just put a toetag on all of your doubts
Shut up already
"Oh he ain't ready"
"Oh he a bitch"
"Hope he don't live"
"Hope he don't come around wit his lil dirty ass trying to sink all his teeth in my bitch"
"He ain't a rapper
He just a actor"
"Oh he a lame"
"Shit be the same"
"Fix your delivery"
"He got potential to spit
But i think he just lit off the cane"
F*ck you I ain't
F*ck is you sayin
F*ck your opinion I'm sorry I asked you
You acting like we don't make music the same
You the real actor for clinging to fame
Nothing on wrist
Regular fit
Don't need a brand to get all my attention
Cuz you feel the tension whenever I spit
Get off my dick
You itching to pitch
But sit on the bench
All of you snakes
I smell a stench
You just wanna brag
Bout alla that excellent shit that you did
I'm not the expert
But you may need a hit
Not on no green
Not on no mid
Only the loud
Cuz y'all on a trip
Niggas who don't wanna get on a song wit me
Be the same ones saying "yo shit is lit"
Oh wait a minute
Now that I think
About it the problem is easy to see
It's either they scared to see all my potential
Or maybe they just prolly lying to me
F*ck it I'll igg em
But I'm so sick of the solo shit
I think I'm ready to quit
On my dolo shit
Don't need yo listen
I'm lit off of my own shit
Look at these women I pincher like
Doberman
Ain't the best but I'm better than the last guy
I don't wanna just sit and watch rap die
So I gotta suck it up
Cuz I don't
Spit that same dumb shit niggas love
And that's why
Niggas be counting me out
Cuz I don't got bitches
I don't got no clout
I don't like to brag
I don't run my mouth
Just put a toetag on all of your doubts
Shut up already
"Oh he ain't ready"
"Oh he a bitch"
"Hope he don't live"
"Hope he don't come around wit his lil dirty ass trying to sink all his teeth in my bitch"
I just f*ck two bitches in the butt
Tryna get me something I can feeeeeeeeel
You could see the boredom in my cup
All that vanity
Don't make you ill
Looking at me like a give a f*ck
Throw my middle fingers up
And chilllllll
All that stupid Karma come in clutch
All that vanity don't make you ill
Niggas be counting me out
Cuz I don't got bitches
I don't got no clout
I don't like to brag
I don't run my mouth
Just put a toetag on all of your doubts
Shut up already
"Oh he ain't ready"
"Oh he a bitch"
"Hope he don't live"
"Hope he don't come around wit his lil dirty ass trying to sink all his teeth in my bitch"
"He ain't a rapper
He just a actor"
"Oh he a lame"
"Shit be the same"
"Fix your delivery"
"He got potential to spit
But i think he just lit off the cane"
F*ck you I ain't
F*ck is you sayin
F*ck your opinion I'm sorry I asked you
You acting like we don't make music the same
You the real actor for clinging to fame
Nothing on wrist
Regular fit
Don't need a brand to get all my attention
Cuz you feel the tension whenever I spit
Get off my dick
You itching to pitch
But sit on the bench
All of you snakes
I smell a stench
You just wanna brag
Bout alla that excellent shit that you did
I'm not the expert
But you may need a hit
Not on no green
Not on no mid
Only the loud
Cuz y'all on a trip
Niggas who don't wanna get on a song wit me
Be the same ones saying "yo shit is lit"
Oh wait a minute
Now that I think
About it the problem is easy to see
It's either they scared to see all my potential
Or maybe they just prolly lying to me
F*ck it I'll igg em
But I'm so sick of the solo shit
I think I'm ready to quit
On my dolo shit
Don't need yo listen
I'm lit off of my own shit
Look at these women I pincher like
Doberman
Ain't the best but I'm better than the last guy
I don't wanna just sit and watch rap die
So I gotta suck it up
Cuz I don't
Spit that same dumb shit niggas love
And that's why
Niggas be counting me out
Cuz I don't got bitches
I don't got no clout
I don't like to brag
I don't run my mouth
Just put a toetag on all of your doubts
Shut up already
"Oh he ain't ready"
"Oh he a bitch"
"Hope he don't live"
"Hope he don't come around wit his lil dirty ass trying to sink all his teeth in my bitch"
I just f*ck two bitches in the butt
Tryna get me something I can feeeeeeeeel
You could see the boredom in my cup
All that vanity
Don't make you ill
Looking at me like a give a f*ck
Throw my middle fingers up
And chilllllll
All that stupid Karma come in clutch
All that vanity don't make you ill
Writer: Izz ReaLL
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid