"Ditches" lyrics

Do not talk to me slow, this different timing
Don't care about a thing, less the thing is finer
Who on top of me though? Plus or minus
Push a button, all a sudden, flip into a riot
And only posers try and latch onto another hustle
Try to put you on my back I prolly' tear a muscle
Many problems, count a couple thou' inside a duffel
Havin' convos with personas that I'm tryna juggle

Said persona I'm supposed to juggle
Dying vision, with my vision try to keep it tunnel
But tunnel vision get me wishin' I could live another life
Come this far though, fuck it, suffer

Ffffffbb, that's my pep talk
Mean strutting, man's ducking, do the Getzlaf
Shoot buckets, shoot, fuck it, blowin' heads off
Me and Shneaky on the beat is like a Ted Talk
Heh, playa stacking flaws, got his head cocked wishing
The paper in the wallet stuck in wedlock kissing
These rappers often sounding like they don't know bitches
Take notice of the moves, mo' bodies mo' ditches
Mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Take no-take notice of the moves, mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Mo' bodies mo' ditches
Take no-take no-take notice of the moves, mo bodies, mo' ditches
Ho- holding grudges, mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Take no-take notice of the moves, mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Take no-take no-take notice of the moves, mo bodies, mo' ditches

I am better than you!
Talkin' scary
The profit margin growin' larger, gettin' hard to carry
The common issue is the bitching and the commentary
Holding grudges, all these hatchets lookin hard to bury
I been fucking up there, they could never compare
Throwing confetti at me, funnily it's unfair
Kick rocks, get off me, kiddo clowning like a fair
Rick Ross, twin shotties, give a shout out to the pair
What even is a clean slate? We never clear it
He drop another mixtape, we never hear it
She giving me the mean face, I think it's endearing
I'm sippin' on a Kirin, got me floating like a spirit
They choking on the vomit while performing getting nervous
I'm watching Dirty Jobs tryna light up like a furnace
She kissing on it, hickeys running up the epidermis
The kizzy in the Birkin busy killing off da burdens

Said it busy killing off the burdens
Kinda person they don't wanna see behind the curtain
Time is currency, I seek a fortune, fairly certain
I'm running out it, fuck it, suffer

Ffffffbb, that's my pep talk
Mean strutting, man's ducking, do the Getzlaf
Shoot buckets, shoot, fuck it, blowin' heads off
Me and Shneaky on the beat is like a Ted Talk
Heh, playa stacking flaws, got his head cocked wishing
The paper in the wallet stuck in wedlock kissing
These rappers often sounding like they don't know bitches
Take notice of the moves, mo' bodies mo' ditches
Mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Take no-take notice of the moves, mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Mo' bodies mo' ditches
Take no-take no-take notice of the moves, mo bodies, mo' ditches
Ho- holding grudges, mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Take no-take notice of the moves, mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Mo' bodies, mo' ditches
Take no-take no-take notice of the moves, mo bodies, mo' ditches