Matt B - Flame

Yikes yikes yikes yikes I see why you don't like me
Like like like like all I get on my feeds
Strike Strike Strike Strike you're doing worse than my team
Sike Sike Sike Sike not even in the same league

Cuz I'm with all this money I'm with all the cash (AYYY)
All these materials stocking the cache
I'm making big moves I mean it I don't play
It's not the truth it all can be one day

You mad and your malding I'm not getting it why
I'm taking the risk my betting is high
I'm playing the field and there you are in the stands
Watching and judging like you should be the man
But here I am there you are you fat stupid little tard
Your greasy bulbous body has no where that is hard
You'd never bring it to my face if you saw me at the same place
Cuz if you did you know that I would make nowhere your safe space
You'd lose at every race as I'm running out of shape
Sweating puking running sprinting get out of my way
What means nothing to me is the racks on racks on racks
Isn't that where the store puts their stock on in the back?
All this ice on me I need to get inside
I've been outside too long the temp must not be high
While I'm sipping coco you're mad you must be loco
You're intimidated? I'm irrelevant that's what you said oh no?
Oh no this dude who's doing nothing thinks I am a loser
What will I ever do oh yea chill out in my cruiser
Now this one's doosey get ready for the bruiser
You ever thought your life sucked cuz you're the one who's doing it?
Idk man you're not me I can't tell you what I don't see
But I don't see anyone important standing in front of me

Yikes yikes yikes yikes I see why you don't like me
Like like like like all I get on my feeds
Strike Strike Strike Strike you're doing worse than my team
Sike Sike Sike Sike not even in the same league

Cuz I'm with all this money I'm with all the cash (AYYY)
All these materials stocking the cache
I'm making big moves I mean it I don't play
It's not the truth it all can be one day
I'm big brain you're little brain microscopic in the same tank
You're big mad I'm chilling back in the tropics in the big ranks
You look fresh but you smell bad can't see you without glasses
I can smell you from that distance I smell unwashed hairy assets
We both can't afford a shower but somehow you just smell worse
A gym is like 10 bucks a month too much to pull out of your purse?
You'll wear fur coats but I'll wear some shorts and we both got nothing in the bank
But you sit at home and I get to work everyday to write some new word spanks
Like you're grotesque I'm ok I guess I guess you that you think that you're the best
Ok I guess at clearing a room it's nothing to brag about give it a rest
Shhhhh maybe close your mouth and listen up I speak so much cuz I know what's up
You stupid fuck your dumb as hell you're so stupid that you can't tell

Yikes yikes yikes yikes I see why you don't like me
Like like like like all I get on my feeds
Strike Strike Strike Strike you're doing worse than my team
Sike Sike Sike Sike not even in the same league

Cuz I'm with all this money I'm with all the cash (AYYY)
All these materials stocking the cache
I'm making big moves I mean it I don't play
It's not the truth it all can be one day

Dumb bitch dumb bitch you don't even know shit
I'm hot you're not how do you not understand this?
Garbage low life you're a loser and you can't stand it
No love know why cuz you're too low in the standings

Written by:
Matthew Brownstein

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