Grenade

[Chorus]
Just like grenades I'm tick and timing and expected soon to blow up
Ace of spades I'm good for gamble and my haters look like jokers
What'd I say? All these rappers need to grow up
All their music needs to glow up
If you really wanna talk, here's concert tickets
Hope you show up

[Verse 1]
"Know how you made it?" "Don't know what I'm doin'."
I'm icy like water, and shiny like ruby
I switch it up, con her. I do it so smoothly
Your girl know I got her cause, no, she's not stupid
Some of you hate me for just being me
Sleepin' on top it like ZZZZ
Hating the way that I'm speaking but please
Give me a minute so you hear me
Stumblin', fumblin' over a verse
Feels like every song I make is the worst
Feels like every time I write there's a curse
That's blocking my brain from the lyric disperse
Sailboats, sewers, and empty night skies
Hating myself, but I'm living life right
I'm forcing myself to think of more lines
I can barely make any good music right
But these beats, I still backhand, huh
Drop into the night like I'm batman, huh
Find a hater take your hand and smack them, huh
Was a bad guy, now a bad man, huh
Conspiracy like it's MatPat, huh
Life360 Imma track that, huh
This songs not good, it is not platinum
But I still feel like I'm a flashbang cause

[Chorus]
Just like grenades I'm tick and timing and expected soon to blow up
Ace of spades I'm good for gamble and my haters look like jokers
What'd I say? All these rappers need to grow up
All their music needs to glow up
If you really wanna talk, here's concert tickets
Hope you show up

[Verse 2]
Hope you bring your friends too, who knows?
Just don't get mad when they dance to, "Kawhoo's Joe?"
"Kevin you don't have to talk to haters. That you know, right?"
Well it's not my fault that my haters cannot flow right
Well it's not my fault that my haters cannot flow tight
Sounds like a dumpster when they spit into their own mic
Promise at some point, I'll really stop spamming it
Your lyrics sound like they're written on Ambien
Look for the nearest ghostwriter and hire them
Your music sounds like a toddler inspired it
I wouldn't send a teen straight to retirement
But with your music, it's just a requirement, uh
Right in your face like a big sign
Spittin in bars like I'm sneezing as 6ix9ine
Putting on charges, electric and Tay-K
Letting it rip like I'm spinning a Beyblade
Never quit rap, don't listen to what they say
Make the bass boom and straight bap like a grenade

[Chorus]
Just like grenades I'm tick and timing and expected soon to blow up
Ace of spades I'm good for gamble and my haters look like jokers
What'd I say? All these rappers need to grow up
All their music needs to glow up
If you really wanna talk, here's concert tickets
Hope you show up

[Verse 3]
Face the facts now
Race the track now
Wouldn't wanna blackout but too late to back down
All these bad rappers, set straight, I crackdown
See a red door, wanna paint it black now
Online gamble, take numbers and hash them
Put anything on, put tags, call it fashion
Gonna go in and then blind and then smash them
Starts with the first line sayin' throwing flashbang