Bwvlf - Kill

I said fuck it forget the writtens
I’m onto some different shit
If I’m spitting this, know that it’s in a vicious manner
Oh God, where the fuck is he at
Who said that I couldn’t rap?
I’m serving this shit up in a fucking silver platter
Brandon did you forget your manners?
Oh here’s one for you, and you, and him, and her
I think I’m turning into Bruce Banner in the Wayne Manor
What ever happened to her? Parenthood didn’t plan her
Now I’m tryna make up for what I didn’t say
Put the sock to it no one’s gonna listen anyway
Any day, I say what I wanna say
Make Stevie wonder, make the Lakers win a game
I cross the Golden Gate bridge, and eat curry with Steph Curry while I’m in a hurry
I’m sorry, this shit tends to get a little scary
Still I make more sense than most these rappers
Should be having more cents than most these rappers
I could write six verses while I’m in the crapper
Sick of hearing about your ice and vices
Three blind mice wouldn’t be nice enough to try to see you eye to eye
And all of this lean you’re sipping must’ve left you retarded
As soon as the beat started
You must’ve tried to leave, sorry
You could never rock it even if you were Harden 'tryna beat it in a fucking meat market
Hashtag I’m just tryna be relatable
Turn it down i think your ego’s inflatable
Tryna get 10 likes on a pic from a day ago
Been like 5-6 times you use my name as a savior though
Never a hater though
Supposedly famous bro
Last time I checked, you’ve never had respect from no ladies yo
I just dropped the bomb on you
But I ain’t no saddam, mind you
Don’t make me call your mom on you
Lil tough tough boy
You might get roughed up boy
Go to sleep with Teddy Ruxpin boy
I rhymed it up
I think I said a lot now Oye
To let you know I’m not the type you wanna fuck with boy

Written by:
Brandon Ortiz

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