"ion take dabs" lyrics
Alrighty then
Yo, ayy
Yeah, check, check, check, check
What
Yeah, let's get it
I'm raising hell with this tape
Fill the shell with an eighth
No dabs, I might hold a hot nail to your face
And if you fishing for the clout, you a mark ass bitch
Like twenty thousand fire emojis and I'll drop this shit
Stutterheim coat, I might start rhymin' in Swedish
I vomit on the mic, I got the instrumental squeamish
The next rapper say his diamonds wet is getting robbed
Or even mention Balenciaga, I swear to God
I take your favorite rapper, slam him through a folded table
My doors is suicidal, rims mentally unstable
I fucked yo' baby moms when I came and installed your Cable
I'm in the trailer park with a fifth, Jose Cuervo
My style is nasty like scraping a pipe for resin
I do my opposition like Voldemort did Cedric
And what the fuck you mean it's no smoking in the green room?
Stab a record label A&R until he's see-through
Pop the trunk and then I stuff his ass up in the Bentley
Or better yet, I hit him with the axe like I was Gimli
Terrorize the microphone, throw me in Guantanamo
All aboard the crazy train, I'm feeling like I'm Randy Rhoads
No ambition, can't handle your weed
You the type to go and lose your wallet, phone, and your keys
I'm the type to fuck a bitch and count me a hunnid G's
I'm the type to rip the mic and then desecrate the beat
I took fifty out the bank and brought it back, double that
Quarter ounce of purple weed and hunnids in my duffle bag
Mango avocado sushi roll for my boujee hoe
Know I keep a ice cold bottle and a doobie rolled
Purple stars, purple Bapes, strawberries on the crepes
Woke up in Paris, I room service the crème brûlée
Presidential suite, you can find me at the top
My new shit nostalgic, Prometheus and Bob, bitch
The next rapper say his diamonds wet is getting blasted
Fuck your favorite rapper, I'ma lay 'em in the casket
You just steady talkin' homie, you not really active
Word to Lil B, that Glock 6 make you backflip
I gotta touch the hunnids, I ain't fuckin' with no crypto
Dr. Awkward got the record spinnin' like it's Hypno
Way that I'm comin', turn this shit to Helm's Deep
I'm Aragorn swingin' swords with my fellowship of the ring
Crewneck is Kelly Green, see the pony on the chest
Straight outta Jemerson Creek, all my opps is getting wrecked
Yeah, I got you in my sights and AJ tellin' me to take the shot
All my jewelry custom and you know my Jordan's dead stock
Bring your whole squad, pussy, I'ma pull up dolo
I'm back to killing rappers like I'm Taro Sakamoto
Let me get a beat and a mic, it ain't no stopping me
Feel like Mike Judge and the game is idiocracy
A tangible depiction of the way I'm living
Model bitches swimming, turn five hundred thousand into a million
Shark in the water but we ain't getting chummy
If it was 2010, I'd prolly sign to Young Money
Kush all in the blunt, I'm smoking strawberry hibiscus
Walk up in my crib and that bitch smell like eucalyptus
Dom P. in the bucket, go 'head, take a sip, bitch
Find me out in London sippin' tea and eatin' biscuits
Lookin' at my statement, that's a whole lotta zeroes
Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Robert De Niro
Straight up out the 80's in a Pontiac Fiero
Boy, I got a Bentely on my neck and on my earlobes
Self-made rich boy
Smooth talker
I'm like Paul Wall mixed with Paul Walker
Whippin' in the skyline, boy, you know it's my time
Who your favorite rapper? He a pussy and he can't rhyme
(Thanks for listening!)
Yo, ayy
Yeah, check, check, check, check
What
Yeah, let's get it
I'm raising hell with this tape
Fill the shell with an eighth
No dabs, I might hold a hot nail to your face
And if you fishing for the clout, you a mark ass bitch
Like twenty thousand fire emojis and I'll drop this shit
Stutterheim coat, I might start rhymin' in Swedish
I vomit on the mic, I got the instrumental squeamish
The next rapper say his diamonds wet is getting robbed
Or even mention Balenciaga, I swear to God
I take your favorite rapper, slam him through a folded table
My doors is suicidal, rims mentally unstable
I fucked yo' baby moms when I came and installed your Cable
I'm in the trailer park with a fifth, Jose Cuervo
My style is nasty like scraping a pipe for resin
I do my opposition like Voldemort did Cedric
And what the fuck you mean it's no smoking in the green room?
Stab a record label A&R until he's see-through
Pop the trunk and then I stuff his ass up in the Bentley
Or better yet, I hit him with the axe like I was Gimli
Terrorize the microphone, throw me in Guantanamo
All aboard the crazy train, I'm feeling like I'm Randy Rhoads
No ambition, can't handle your weed
You the type to go and lose your wallet, phone, and your keys
I'm the type to fuck a bitch and count me a hunnid G's
I'm the type to rip the mic and then desecrate the beat
I took fifty out the bank and brought it back, double that
Quarter ounce of purple weed and hunnids in my duffle bag
Mango avocado sushi roll for my boujee hoe
Know I keep a ice cold bottle and a doobie rolled
Purple stars, purple Bapes, strawberries on the crepes
Woke up in Paris, I room service the crème brûlée
Presidential suite, you can find me at the top
My new shit nostalgic, Prometheus and Bob, bitch
The next rapper say his diamonds wet is getting blasted
Fuck your favorite rapper, I'ma lay 'em in the casket
You just steady talkin' homie, you not really active
Word to Lil B, that Glock 6 make you backflip
I gotta touch the hunnids, I ain't fuckin' with no crypto
Dr. Awkward got the record spinnin' like it's Hypno
Way that I'm comin', turn this shit to Helm's Deep
I'm Aragorn swingin' swords with my fellowship of the ring
Crewneck is Kelly Green, see the pony on the chest
Straight outta Jemerson Creek, all my opps is getting wrecked
Yeah, I got you in my sights and AJ tellin' me to take the shot
All my jewelry custom and you know my Jordan's dead stock
Bring your whole squad, pussy, I'ma pull up dolo
I'm back to killing rappers like I'm Taro Sakamoto
Let me get a beat and a mic, it ain't no stopping me
Feel like Mike Judge and the game is idiocracy
A tangible depiction of the way I'm living
Model bitches swimming, turn five hundred thousand into a million
Shark in the water but we ain't getting chummy
If it was 2010, I'd prolly sign to Young Money
Kush all in the blunt, I'm smoking strawberry hibiscus
Walk up in my crib and that bitch smell like eucalyptus
Dom P. in the bucket, go 'head, take a sip, bitch
Find me out in London sippin' tea and eatin' biscuits
Lookin' at my statement, that's a whole lotta zeroes
Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Robert De Niro
Straight up out the 80's in a Pontiac Fiero
Boy, I got a Bentely on my neck and on my earlobes
Self-made rich boy
Smooth talker
I'm like Paul Wall mixed with Paul Walker
Whippin' in the skyline, boy, you know it's my time
Who your favorite rapper? He a pussy and he can't rhyme
(Thanks for listening!)
