R.I.P Joeshmo - Saturn Rage

Yeah, I'm tryna rage (Yeah)
Let's go (Yeah)
Pop every perk till it's gone (Ayy)
Fuck this lil bitch on my dick
Suck it just like a bong (Yeah)
That lil bitch want me cuz my money long
And she liking the way how I sound on my songs (Okay)
I feel like Booker the way that I ball on these beats (Yeah) (The suns)
Give her my son cuz she want to eat (She eat)
Stackin the bread but I don't got yeast (No yeast)
I'm in the mode like Lynch i'm a beast (Yeah)
I mix the wok with the peach Fanta (Yeah)
And I just mix it with Crush (With Crush)
Got a lil thot from Atlanta (Yeah)
And she want to meet just for lunch (For lunch)
I'm in the stu going crazy bananas (Banana)
I got a bitch off the white like Montana (Montana)
Giving these presents I feel just like Santa (Like Santa)
But I ain't giving rings even though i'm from Saturn (Outer space) (Yeah)
I know they see me laughing to the bank (Yeah)
I know they see me walking with the drac (Yeah)
I know they see me puffing on that dank (That dank)
I know they see me smoking like a train (Train)
I know they see these diamonds in my chain (My chain)
I know they liking the way that it swang (It swang)
I know your girl is a nerd cuz the brain (Brain)
She with me cuz she know that you a lame (Yeah) (Lame)
She know you a lame (Yeah, yeah)
She know you can't hang (Yeah, yeah)
She rocking with gang (Yeah, yeah)
Cuz we ain't the same (Yeah)
See the difference between me and you
Is I pull up at night time and let the bitch bang (Bang)
See the difference between me and you
Is i'm in it for money, you in it for fame (Lil bitch)
Uh, yeah, i'm getting them racks
Spending them but then I make it right back (Let's go)
Uh, yeah, i'm smoking the gas
You don't know nothing about that lil pack (Lil bitch)
Uh, yeah, i'm speaking the facts
You ain't know nothing about that you cap (You cap)
Uh, yeah, I watch them collapse
While I just sit back and listen and laugh (Let's go) (Ayy)
Pop every perk till it's gone (Ayy)
Fuck this lil bitch on my dick
Suck it just like a bong (Yeah)
That lil bitch want me cuz my money long
And she liking the way how I sound on my songs (Okay)
I feel like Booker the way that I ball on these beats (Yeah) (The suns)
Give her my son cuz she want to eat (She eat)
Stackin the bread but I don't got yeast (No yeast)
I'm in the mode like Lynch i'm a beast (Yeah)
Nowadays all of these boys they be faking (They faking)
I smell the motherfuckin' bacon (Yeah)
I feel like motherfuckin' satan (Yeah)
I feel like smoking Jamacha (Let's go) (Yeah)
Diamonds my neck and my teeth bitch i'm flooded (Woo)
Big body whip it's like Demarcus Cousins (Let's go)
Bitch I got two call the other one Drummond (Woah)
Call up my demon that boy just got summoned (Yeah)
That girl suck my dick, she go woo (She go woo) (Ayy)
I been getting thots, ever since school (Ever since school) (Yeah)
I swear all my boys, they some goons (They some goons) (Huh?)
I popped like twelve perks, just since noon (Yeah) (Ayy)
Pop every perk till it's gone (Ayy)
Fuck this lil bitch on my dick
Suck it just like a bong (Yeah)
That lil bitch want me cuz my money long
And she liking the way how I sound on my songs (Okay)
I feel like Booker the way that I ball on these beats (Yeah) (The suns)
Give her my son cuz she want to eat (She eat)
Stackin the bread but I don't got yeast (No yeast)
I'm in the mode like Lynch i'm a beast (Yeah)

Written by:
Joseph Lovrich

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