Blanks - https (feat. Doubt It)

Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Can't stop me
Stop
Can't stop me
Won't be your bitch there's a change in domestic policy
I'd like to see you try and stop me
Karma's a bitch and here's the first thing she taught me
There's no passive in my aggressive, I'll make this clear and possessive
Put your hand on her ass you're getting cardiac arrested
I'll end your shit, it ain't nothin' to be impressed with
Don't need a right hand when this the gun I use my left with
End a fuckboy quicker than he says he's "finished"
Rich, white, child tryna claim he's independent
Tryna run with the bulls and looks more like a bulldog
You're worse than a pig motherfucker, you're a warthog
Not a fighter
Tell me to run up but I'm practically uninvited
You shoot your shots, I still don't return fire
When I get my draft card, I'm setting that shit on fire
Tell me what you want little bitch
You want all these women tuggin' on your little dick
Live off your daddy's money, not have to pay your rent
Why you reppin' a set?
Your only gang is the 1%
Stop
Stop
Stop
Don't mind me, I'm just chillin' in yo chatroom
Pop up in yo window like a fast food drive-through
Don't take much evidence to deduce
Make my profile pic a kid they lead me to 'em like Blue's Clues
Oops
Server can't connect
I'm your biggest threat
HTTPS
Find your IP address
You wonder what I'll do when I screenshot your texts
Next
The clash of the Klansmen
White hack hackers cuz black hats offend 'em
Washed up racists, you're old news
I'm a rockstar, you motherfuckers still singin' showtunes
Straight to your door are the boys in blue
Get your teeth chatterin' like tap shoes dude
You a clown
I'll knock you down to size Mr. Nice Guy
No bumper sticker, Twitter picture can run my time
Don't cancel me, cancel your subscription
"Did I offend you?" lookin' ass
Your humor is a system
Alt-right boomers and late bloomers
Buzzcut boys with brain tumors
Deleted scenes but they're all about your bloopers
And when you call 'em on their shit, they act like you're the loser
Weak
Yo Gunnar
What's good
Stop
Stop
Stop
Yeah
Used to just roll on a buzz
Now I'm stuck drunk on hate
I swear to god you ain't the first
And you ain't the last mistake
Ain't a problem for me
I'm better off seeing red
So please just sit down and shut your mouth
I mean what I said
You remind me of a child
Selfish and impatient
Your personality based off your privilege
While I lived in a basement

Written by:
Gunnar Gouge, Sean Westbrook

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