[Intro]
Waves
[Intro]
Uh
Gangster shit only, bitch ass nigga
JPEGMAFIA (Pussy ass bitch)
Only fuck with the realest
Culture vultures get got
Pussy niggas get shot
Man, I run this shit, motherfucker (Alright)
Who the fuck you think you talking to, nigga?
[Verse 1]
Uh, tired of working at a 9 to 5
Nigga, I've been (I've been)
Fucking struggling just to stay alive
But you know these (Know it)
Racist coppers tryna take my life
Boy, I hope I (I hope, yeah)
Reach my gun before you reach your knife
Bitch you gettin'
Tossed
Liquor shots, I'm in your area
Black Robby Bears, make a move
Bitch, I'm flarin' 'ya (Uh huh)
Don't turn around, stand your ground
Bitch, I'll bury 'ya (Yeah)
M4 carbine
I'll do it for America (Do it for America)
[Chorus]
It's gone be a fucking catastrophe
I'ma get this money
Keep them fuckin' rights after we [?]
It's gone be a fucking catastrophe
I'ma get this money
Keep the [?] after we, [?]
[Bridge]
Yeah, motherfucker
Aye man, fuck Amy Poehler
Fuck Tina Fey
And fuck all those white bread chicken shit bitches man
Why the fuck ya'll make fun of Bill Cosby for, hoe?
Why don't you make fun of Stephen Collins, bitch?
Why don't you make fun of Woody Allen's pedophile ass?
Roman Polansky, Polusky, whatever, fuck that nigga, man
(Waves)
Old fuck ass pussies (Uh) (Let me get it)
Pssh, ya'll motherfuckers swear you was safe
But it ain't safe no more, bitch
Fuckboys (Waves)
Come get this work, cracker (Trigger, gun [?])
I got a bullet for every nigga that died in slavery
We gettin' reparations in this bitch
[Verse 2]
Who the fuck want it with a God?
I'm so gone ([?])
I got so much fucking money in my bond
Open arms (Arms)
Motherfucker, why's a Lupe Uncle Tom?
Catch these palms
Send a Sambo to Allah
Put these bombs in your mosque ([?])
Open up shop and I changed the business
New Ice Cube and my mob is lynchin' (Uh)
Guerrillas in the mist killing cops now (Cops)
Ain't got no class, I'm a dropout (Dropout)
Just a young smart nigga and I'm hostile (Hell yeah)
I know the money run the world, ask a Rothschild nigga ([?] nigga)
Death around the corner like I'm Pac now nigga
So motherfuck a Grammys and a pop style
[Chorus]
It's gone be a fucking catastrophe
I'ma get this money
Keep them fuckin' rights after we [?]
It's gone be a fucking catastrophe
I'ma get this money
Keep the [?] after we, [?]
[Outro]
Killer, Killer, Killer, Killer (Jail!)
JPEGMAFIA (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
2015 man, we ain't taking no shit from you culture vulture ass motherfuckers no more, man
It's our shit nigga
Get the fuck outta here
Go catch a Paramore concert or some shit
Go do some country nigga
This ain't pop, this ain't techno, this hip hop
And we makin' waves, fuckboy
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