Something to Rap About (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

Bitch

Nigga

Nigga bitch

Oogie-boogie nigga

Sniff it up

Fuck nigga, came to my section on Sunday, didn't even bring shit or bottles

Just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga

Hey, ya

Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out

God made me sell crack, so I had somethin' to rap about

Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, so what you mad about?

I fucked you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about

And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit

Magnums and some sweet airmatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped

I'm don't do no sucker shit, no ho' mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts

She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts, yeah

You niggas bringin' out the old me

I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me

When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me

Serve the piece, caprice, ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G

Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance

Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans

Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man

Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand, yeah

VL niggas trap it out

Lord let me hit this so, so I have something to rap about

Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about

This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out

Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out

You robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out

Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me

I'm tryna live to ninety-three to see the old me

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Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit

This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet

This sound like the moment I jump off it

Sun shinin', cold water, feelin' in my pocket

This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with

We hold our breath like grudges 'til we nauseous

We hop out, let the sun dry us, like raisins

We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit it's amazing

We look like Polo ads but skin is dark and

I gotta move cautious, 'cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches

I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I'm up in this man

I started gettin' mula as young and now I got bigger hands

To hold them, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can

I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin' corn, no crops

You messy and get cleaned up with the mop

I went to school and I ain't miss it a lot

So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance

I, cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me

R.I.P. T's 'cause these motherfuckers is dead to me

Nail is in the coffin murder, murder

I'm sick of y'all niggas and I ain't coughin', I know me

Y'all often anxious, lost in y'all thoughts and I don't relate

So keep that energy away from me

Don't blame me, 'cause you ain't got it figured out

You ain't got the bigger house, the jig is up

You jealous dawg, my afro long, I'll pick it out

Like cotton on some basic, shit is off

We ain't adjacent

I'm grounded like the pavement, we ain't linkin' like the bracelet broke

Better get your wrist that hold, on that thought, you gettin' gold

The fuck away, 'cause niggas'll get they faces broke

I just got a thumbs up and niggas go like "Good job"

You better find a shoe store and get your sole

Get it quick and slip it on

And I'll be in Mykonos, lemonade, sippin' slow

Jumpin' in the water off that boat I haven't bought yet

Bitch

One take

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Let me hear that

I meant to say Mykonos, haha

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I think a thing is dying from alcohol but I'm afraid

But if you write dope shit, it doesn't do any good what you die

It is to teach these parents to be civilized people, becau...