Shit Rules

[Verse: Sims]

Relax and take notes while the gun smoke spells out “That’s all folks!”

We know to float and break what’s broke

In the postmodern, pre-Post Malone though

We wrote the book on how to break bones

With the—

Went hammer

Been bananas ever since I bumped my head as a shortie and I said "Flipmode"

I've been—I’ve been livin' in a shit show

Chyron says tickin' time bomb

That’s the gist, so

I’m on some “why not?”

Smell the lilacs til the pine box drop

Rev it up and let it rip

Send a sentimеntal little bitch into fits

I mean sheesh

That’s the stancе

If the shit-kicker fits I'ma dance in the midst

Where the missiles don’t miss

One switch flipped

Turn every gorilla into mist

But, um… it’s cool

Shit rules

[Chorus]

Is it too heavy to measure?

Is it effing it up?

Does it ever get better?

Man, I tell 'em whatever

Man, I tell 'em whatever

Man, I tell 'em whatever

Man, I tell 'em it’s cool

Shit rules

[Verse: P.O.S]

Ay!

Top taser

The aims flame buddy

Funny games the neighbors

Dead man and scram on the lam

Broke but boiler room your homeboy

Set it off your mom's place

Too pretty to die but god tried

Fuck that dude anyway

Heard he got the magic but he let 'em suffer every day

What’s funner?

The number one stun gun wieldin'

Other hand on the throttle, it's no chill

Just zoom on a Yamaha, road rashed 750

What you doin'? Trouble huntin'

What we doin'? Gettin' hurt

What we losin'? Nothin' cuz there ain’t nuttin we got

Just some shred dog milli boys blowing up the spot again

Then Ghost gone again

My occupation ain’t my station on this planet kid

And I would recommend you tell a couple of your friends

Just listen up and get a little zen

Let it in and chill, don’t forget that uuuh

It’s cool

Shit rules

[Chorus]

Is it too heavy to measure?

Is it effing it up?

Does it ever get better?

Man, I tell 'em whatever

Man, I tell 'em whatever

Man, I tell 'em whatever

Man, I tell 'em it’s cool

Shit rules