Propaganda

[Intro] Gotta, gotta Yada yada yada yada yada yada Yada ya Gotta, gotta [Chorus] Yada yada yada ya'll be talkin' to the camera You ain't really poppin' know it's only propaganda If they talkin' money on the phone I need the answer Gimme gimme green like they text me on the Samsung (Brrt, brrt) [Verse 1] You gon' get hit back, tit for tat, this a fact Used to flip the pack before I switched to rap Then I flipped the script and did revision all without a lick of fiction This a limited edition 1 of 1 in mint condition (Aye yuh) Hottest in my state (Yuh) Got something to say? Go 'head say that to my face (Yuh) Got no time for dinner dates, too much on my plate (Yuh) I pull off the interstate, you get Chick-fil-A (Yuh) You think this a game? I control it Empty and reload it Simulation mode is like Keanu dodging bullets I'm the one who wrote it It's the prototype I coded When I drop that beta my data gon' be explodin' I'll be Boomin' like Metro Been high been low I'm off the booze in a Benzo Henny on The Weeknd I get loose off that XO I dropped my drink I think I ruined my retros Will I get new ones? I guess so (Yeah) [Chorus] Yada yada yada ya'll be talkin' to the camera You ain't really poppin' know it's only propaganda If they talkin' money on the phone I need the answer Gimme gimme green like they text me on the Samsung (Brrt, brrt) You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (Tit for tat) (Brrt, brrt) You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (Tat) (Brrt, brrt) You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (Tit for tat) (Brrt, brrt) You you you gon' get hit back (Brrt, brrt) [Verse 2] You gon' get hit back, tit for tat All these bitches politicin' when a hundred's democrat I do quick division with precision I forgot I'm independent I don't gotta split the business I'm the guy that get commision (Ooh yuh) You know that shit true (Yuh) Back before the music I was tryna make a move (Yuh) Weed inside the ottoman and cash inside the shoe (Yuh) I change into Superman when I'm inside the booth But my kryptonite is tropical pineapple kush Tryna keep that on the hush I'm in that 9/11 like I'm out here plottin' with Bush I hit the gas too high to drive with a clutch Somebody stuck in the trunk in the front I don't know what button to push (Uhh) You think you drippin' I disagree (I disagree) You gotta rinse it and then repeat (Repeat) I see your wrist and that shit is tapped It's like 96 degrees Don't call that ice if it didn't freeze (Yeah) [Chorus] Yada yada yada ya'll be talkin' to the camera You ain't really poppin' know it's only propaganda If they talkin' money on the phone I need the answer Gimme gimme green like they text me on the Samsung (Brrt, brrt) You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (Tit for tat) (Brrt, brrt) You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (Tat) (Brrt, brrt) You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (Tit for tat) (Brrt, brrt) You you you gon' get hit back