Lavender Town

[Prod. Killer Brill] [Verse] Bitch I don't need your fucking attitude So quit that shit my temper short as an interlude Wanna judge my life? You ain't know what you getting into You don't know anything I've been through To have this condition and put a smile on my face cause I'm in a position To make everybody feel good cause when they don't they look like they got a circumcision I never have no turf to piss in Hating on me like I cost the mission You know me Got a million ways I could move that tree About as high as a motherfucking blimp should be Leave you dead like a motherfucking limp should be Too rich to have all of the toys racing I said it all before y'all must be mistaken Young nigga high class with Bill Gates Running dope cocaine boat carries my crates Table got so many plates make room for the King Table got so many plates make room for the King Cunt ain't shit watch me bring back face bling Is it over yet? Nope wait another thing Wrote most of my shit one the phone and toilet taking one Because what I take is how I feel for haters on my songs Like really? You think you right you wrong writing bangers every day since eighth grade hitting the bong Highland with kids high man as a fucking kite Fuck niggas that's that shit I don't like All these hoes know me and my bros lay pipe Then act black as the night like we was picking cotton Call that real nigga shit Get it? Real nigga shit Bros acting like hoes like a real nigga bitch Magician on the mic you a real nigga trick Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds bitch all my niggas rich No time for crap back in black Snapping traps on niggas in the cabbage patch I don't have to rap but I can you niggas clap When my bars drop like y'all niggas in the motherfucking flappy app I'm a maniac I hear you Mac Insomniak cause a nigga don't sleep Too busy A nigga don't eat but a nigga fucking can't accept defeat I need you pussies at my feet Be more popular than teach my how to dougie shmoney dance and the fucking yeet Something like a teenage elite Something like a teenage elite What the fuck y'all niggas think you know about me? If you ain't got the fucking details don't base my life on a fantasy I don't gotta prove myself I be working hard as hell Two mixtapes released and I can tell myself I flow so well Most of y'all niggas would kill to be doing what I'm doing I'm Swagging to the trillion I'm so cliché for a black student but I'll rock out with my cock out Grab the pack blast the block out Originate from the west side but I'm bout to bring out the damn south out For my niggas in Albuquerque You faggots cannot fuck with me Cause I'll go to your town and just ravage around find your bitch fuck her in the pussy Going hard as my dick meat get You bloggers ain't try to diss me yet Hating on every line I speak when you got no verse history yet My shit really got popping after summer I guess cause my summer was a bummer Regardless, I still be that nigga on the come-up Regardless, your girl love it when I start to cum up I did end up visiting Cali for a week and California Jewels was inspired by the beach But that tape give me chills like I'm walking in the creek The door knob squeaks when I turn it early in the morning Looking in the fridge hoping the juice is orange Don't judge me like what are you even imploring All my bitches young and Dora gonna need exploring Knocking boots and I swipe her debit card from her purse I'm already going to hell nigga so fuck a curse Never gonna need a hearse