Scorn

Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up Hold up, shit, hold up, ayy Yeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go) Beat your ass down 'cause I got time Lil' bitch (Bitch) They don't like my sound 'cause in Your mind it don't make sense Do you get this feeling because I know this shit intense (yeah) Don't got no friends But I need a place to fit Don't face the real 'cause I can See straight through your lens (Pussy) Can't match my energy I swear it make you shit yourself I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke Inhale Pussy tried to fight me but you won't prevail You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot You just like Spike Lee, uh Punch you in your lip until it Swell and look like Kylie, uh Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then Put you on a white tee, uh A, b, c, d, e, f, g All of you can suck my dick One, two, three bitches on me All of them have sucked my dick I got on a plain white tee I wish that it had your pic on it That would fill me with glee That would make me so happy H, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p All of my niggas are gettin' paid with me Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen Racks in the pockets of my jeans Q, R, S, nigga, T, U, V I put a Quaalude in codeine W, X, bitch, Y and Z Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot You just like Spike Lee, uh Punch you in your lip until it Swell and look like Kylie, uh Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then Put you on a white tee, uh Scorn, scorn, scorn Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn Scorn, scorn, scorn Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn yeah, ayy I just descend into madness, uh Count all this money, forget all the sadness (yeah) I got a bitch and I'm breakin' her back Smokin' my dick like an motherfuckin' addict (Haha) I'm in that bitch and she tell me who that is (Baow, baow) Skeet in her eye, eye, aye aye captain Fuckin' with me, put a hole in your chest Bitch ass nigga, you look just like Raditz And I'm tryna get this money But I know it's all the same All these niggas play like Abel But they know they really Cain (Ew) You ain't- You ain't got no flavor, bitch You taste like Raising Cane's (Gang) If your mental stable Then I know that you ain't gang Know that you ain't gang Know that- know that you ain't gang Know that you ain't gang You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot You just like Spike Lee, uh Punch you in your lip until it Swell and look like Kylie, uh Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then Put you on a white tee, uh