Just Spit It

(albüm: Infrared - 2020)

Yuh, just spit it

I'm getting real, real sick of these hating ass hoes (hoes)
Always on my body everywhere that I go
If they see me in person then they'd be like goals (goals)
Nickname Tommy bitch, you could get Ghost (G-G-Ghost)
Is it 'cause I show love n they never show it back (back)
Or ya man saying that he think I'm a whole snack (ow)
You gon' leave with toe tags if I don't hold back (huh)
This the only L that I pass to her, hold that (yeah)

I'll get a hoe smacked (yeah)
No, I won't get my hands dirty (right?)
I got some dogs out in Jersey
That squirt if you thirsty
And they will do it for thirty
Why you think that they say we dirty?
You bitches is nerdy
Giving out brain like a tutor
You only tough behind computers
Get cock like a rooster
Let me go throw on my strap-on
Fuck you up in ways you not used to

Why I gotta prove to,
Everyone that I'm the most skilled?
Do shit that they these bitches could never (no)
I don't get tired
Running these laps around bitches
Rap ain't even my main endeavor
You bitches are mild
I'm spicy as hot sauce, your insides are steaming
No need to pretend (no need to pretend)
You lucky that I am the underdog
'Cause of my color
I'll rip off my skin
Then I'll turn to a beast and a monster
A maniac, brainiac
Ripping them vowels apart
I'll be chumming the water
I'm using your blood and your organs
And then I devour your heart
I'm a cannibal, animal
Hannibal, damning you
You never had a real chance (what up?)
Oh, they gunning for me,
And got something for me?
Time to change your plans I'm too advanced
You thought I'm behind you, that's laughable
Bitch, I'm just passing you
Who the fuck gassing you? Stop (stop)
I'm going vegan
Please do not give me a reason to beef
You just corn on the cob
Hoe, you a low hanging fruit
No one checking for you
I'm the creme de la creme of the crop
Use my own pen to make me a bop (yuh)
A prayer for the haters, amen to the opps (amen)

They said I'm unforgettable
Highly edible
I been my eating my pineapple
I'm so incredible
Rice and vegetable
Beet the beat up, I might have to
There's no competitors
That's ahead of her
I'm in a league of my own
Only compare me to rappers
Who come off the dome
That can sing and who write they own songs (who else?)

Oh shit, that list is diminishing
Starts and then finishes
That's what the business is
There have been witnesses
To all my greatness
But due to the fakeness
I'm too underrated
They act like they hate it
But I do not care for that superficial shit they do
I do not wanna keke
I'm undeniable
Quite a fireball
Shit, thank God for TV