Released: March 3, 2015
Featuring: Nightmare Nasty
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr. Nightmare Nasty
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: LIL OOZING]
It's that nighttime, opposite of nickel and dime, prime suspect
I'm not upset you copy that style of mine, I smile at you mimes
You tryna be like that motherfuckin' shadow of mine
It's just a matter of time until I grab the nine
Now watch my brain matter splatter and shine
Shatter what matters, what's all that clatter?
That's the sound of my pockets gettin' fatter
Lickin' the batter, I'm 'bout to bake a cake
For fuck's sake, all you fuckboys need to learn from your mistakes
Go jump in a lake with a brick tied to your foot
Burnin' these boys, bitch, I'm black from the soot
[Verse 2: YUNG CHRIST]
They all wanna sound like us (bitch)
They all wanna act like us (bitch)
They all tryna look like us (bitch)
Even tryna rap like us (bitch)
Talkin' that triple six (bitch)
Talkin' that devil shit
But be careful what you say, and be careful where you play
Because everyone know I sold my soul for this shit, hoe
You can keep your remix, soundin' more shitty than a pre-mix
$uicide comin' with the new sound
It's all the same shit in this town
Don't even see your name in the newsfeed
How you think you gonna go and affect me?
Bass in the trunk, song in your head
The reason the people be claimin' they dead
Fuck your life and your pipe dream
Might wanna watch what you say
Hop off the dick and go try and figure out how to get more than 300 plays, bitch
[Verse 3: Na$ty Matt]
You been working for the man doing all that you can
I been fucking bitches, I been flexing dirty Vans
Who's your favorite rapper? Bet I'm serving them
Murder them cause I ain't ever heard of them
You a bitch
You ain't shit but a fucking lick
You ain't qualified to wash my mother fucking dick?
Mother fucker like me can't be taught
Mother fucker like me can't be bought
Come fucking with me and I'll take you off
Claiming who it be but your ass is soft
Coming straight off of the block
There when the shit got hot
Coming straight from where you not
Come round here bet your ass get dropped
Came straight from the drug dealers
Came straight from the cap peelers
Came straight from the real killers
Leave you wrapped up like caterpillars
It's that nighttime, opposite of nickel and dime, prime suspect
I'm not upset you copy that style of mine, I smile at you mimes
You tryna be like that motherfuckin' shadow of mine
It's just a matter of time until I grab the nine
Now watch my brain matter splatter and shine
Shatter what matters, what's all that clatter?
That's the sound of my pockets gettin' fatter
Lickin' the batter, I'm 'bout to bake a cake
For fuck's sake, all you fuckboys need to learn from your mistakes
Go jump in a lake with a brick tied to your foot
Burnin' these boys, bitch, I'm black from the soot
[Verse 2: YUNG CHRIST]
They all wanna sound like us (bitch)
They all wanna act like us (bitch)
They all tryna look like us (bitch)
Even tryna rap like us (bitch)
Talkin' that triple six (bitch)
Talkin' that devil shit
But be careful what you say, and be careful where you play
Because everyone know I sold my soul for this shit, hoe
You can keep your remix, soundin' more shitty than a pre-mix
$uicide comin' with the new sound
It's all the same shit in this town
Don't even see your name in the newsfeed
How you think you gonna go and affect me?
Bass in the trunk, song in your head
The reason the people be claimin' they dead
Fuck your life and your pipe dream
Might wanna watch what you say
Hop off the dick and go try and figure out how to get more than 300 plays, bitch
[Verse 3: Na$ty Matt]
You been working for the man doing all that you can
I been fucking bitches, I been flexing dirty Vans
Who's your favorite rapper? Bet I'm serving them
Murder them cause I ain't ever heard of them
You a bitch
You ain't shit but a fucking lick
You ain't qualified to wash my mother fucking dick?
Mother fucker like me can't be taught
Mother fucker like me can't be bought
Come fucking with me and I'll take you off
Claiming who it be but your ass is soft
Coming straight off of the block
There when the shit got hot
Coming straight from where you not
Come round here bet your ass get dropped
Came straight from the drug dealers
Came straight from the cap peelers
Came straight from the real killers
Leave you wrapped up like caterpillars
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