LAF

[Hook] These motherfuckers make me laugh They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck Look at how they dress They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck Listen how they rap They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough You ain't ever been about it, you just make shit up You lame as fuck [Verse 1] You ain't spittin' and your music don't jam Try to study me like I'm a student exam Hard for me to take a lyricist serious Especially a dude in sweatpants wearing unisex Vans What was you expecting, made a song 'Fuck Swag' and Ain't nobody say shit, I guess they afraid if They get out of line I'm 'bout to have to grave dig A great big hole, kill him, leave them where you lay bitch A.K.A Mr. Make-'em-Wanna-Rewrite I guess I'm the one they want to be like These guys get a feature from me study me on every record Then they switch they whole style up Homie I can see right through it You ain't never used to chop like that Now you talk about your girl and your struggle Tryin' to get it, how you did a lot of soft How you're pissed off at your boss You ain't used to have the same 9 to 5 I had Need to find your own lane, you and I might crash Get in mine, hope you had a good time, (I'm back) Rap game looking like Revenge of the Nerds And ya pants and ya shirt too tight, is that plaid? We ain't seeing eye to eye like I have an eye patch No class having motherfucker you can die You gone wish you had a life raft My style is hijacked, did I kill him, my bad [Hook] [Verse 2] With your lame ass socks showing, stop trolling Going online posing with your Glock showing You ain't never shot no one, stop lying you are not blowing Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice Cockroaches couldn't see me like they got some glaucoma Comment under my photos bout the way that I look I bet that I could get your lady to fuck And suck dick, quicker than you You said the two of you was in love You're lame as fuck and I bet that you the type of dude to come up And tell me that I look familiar, knowing damn well ya Seen my videos and know my name and it would kill ya Not to be lame so instead I gotta tell ya Washed up rappers acting like I owe 'em something When I needed them before I made it, they would never help ya Lame ass homies wanna party at my crib So they can drink up all my liquor they don’t ever buy they-self none They say they recording, you ain’t got songs Tryna say you performing, you ain’t got fans But it’s hard to ignore 'em, lame motherfucker Probably like, foam-a-sites, always rockin’ team Jordans Lame ass bitches insecure and distorted She tried shave her head on some Cassie shit Now she thinkin’ she gorgeous Never keeps a boyfriend, she fucking everybody, little nasty bitch A lot of people in my city try to say that they relate to me But still so many in Atlanta don’t appreciate a thing I did or even heard of me Its almost like they trained to be a slave to what they playin’ on the radio They proceed to put me in a cage because my record label Strange They need to listen, if they did they'd probably end up devastated We don’t play, we put the music business in a Strangeulation Other record labels lame to me, these motherfuckers L-A-F Actin’ hard, never take a day off (they L-A-F) Still rappin’, shit'll never pay off (they L-A-F) Still trappin’ acting like a straight boss (they L-A-F) Get arrested, they confessing, they decide to play ball (they L-A-F) They be actin’ like we cooler than we are If I met you doing music, don’t be stupid, this a job You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call Bombing on 'em, Shock and Awe [Hook]