Nino Blu

[Intro]
(I’m actually staying here) (Hi)
(Fucking stupid, you guys think i’m fucking stupid)

[Chorus: ?]
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your big [?]
Ooh, shawty, I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made
And all this shit sound better than yo’ number one mix-tape

[Verse 1: ?]
Bitch, I never fucking stuttered, but I’m “so strange”
Put you on a shirt, fucking turn yo’ ass into a meme (ha ha ha)
I’m excited for your pop-punk [?] cause you don’t pop shit really, and I just love being right, out in the dead of the night, caught you lackin’, all actin’ silly, got a [?] real quick
“But can you hold it!?” No, not really
And yo’ fans all gon’ get tired of yo’ shtick in like a couple months
I know yo’ ass too scared to look [?] and try to switch it up a double cup, the stick on me, the hips you see is doubled up, if that boy don’t rope shit, then we go up ‘em with that double-dutch
All my moves is super clutch, switching gear, I grab the clutch, when you try to move I shake my head and say “you fucking suckers”

[Chorus: ?]
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your- ay
Ooh, shawty, I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made, getting shit made, getting-

Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your big place
(Ooh, shawty,) -I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made
And all this shit sound better than yo’ number one mix-tape

[Verse 2: ?]
( [?] )
Uh, crazy [?]
I be on some [?]
[?]
Spin the block up on [?]
[?] fuck [?] oh my fucking days (bitch)
I can’t stop talking ‘bout this and that, I ain’t going back
I don’t care ‘bout you at all, trying to [?]
She a bad bitch, I cut-up, [?], damn bitch, like damn bitch, that ass fat, please take turns with me, baby, just like [?], I don’t have a choice, this shit bitch, [?], iso how you keep dropping this shit, this shit [?]
Bitch, I smoke packs, I got shit [?] whack, I got shit [?]
Oh you got headphones, I don’t smoke crack, yuh
It’s a [?]
[?] I’m sitting back

[Chorus: ?]
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your- ay
Ooh, shawty, I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made, getting shit made, getting-

Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your big place
(Ooh, shawty,) -I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made
And all this shit sound better than yo’ number one mix-tape

[Verse 3: ?]
Ooh
Should have covered every little thing you told me when we were all alone
Nobody likes you on a [?] going off
[?]
I used to [?] look at me and bitches run, like you saw a ghost
I thought that you would be there for me just like a rush
Holy crap nobody knows
Holy crap nobody knows
Holy crap nobody knows
Holy crap nobody knows?
And I really need to find a way to go
I been [?] on [?] fucking dumb
Hope to god [?] feel it in the [?]
[?] I can feel it on the double
[?] Bomb Squad, yeah, It’s a toast, making money on a demon, slash a cuck
[?] shit, hypothetical
We be killing shit, oh that’s not it all
[?] waterfalls, we been smoking spliffs, on the way to y’all
Just think all [?] who thought this shit was possible
[?] versus over opticals
I was seeing if it was possible
In the P.D.S. Bathroom stall, yeah
Could’ve got involved
What the fuck was I thinking
Just be careful what you’re [?]
[?]
You won’t ever see the [?]

[Chorus: ?]
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your- ay
Ooh, shawty, I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made, getting shit made, getting-

Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your mix-tape
Ooh, shawty, I don’t give a fuck about your big place
(Ooh, shawty,) -I’m Roughpatch and susie, getting shit made
And all this shit sound better than yo’ number one mix-tape

[Verse 4: zombAe]
This still me, I don’t feel like you, one-mil streams, [?] Nino Blu, One more look, I could steal your boo, and she gon take and we don’t do, [?] those arms so I can see those boobs, [?] said I made it real cartoon, I don’t rap, I just make these tunes, and create these blueprints, state these truths
No, you ain’t ever placed out-of-state, that’s so true
No, you ain’t ever in a play, that’s so true
No, you ain’t ever spent on your bae, that’s so true
So just stay in your place, cause I’m one, and you’re two, you’re three, you’re four, nigga, I need more
Yeah, you’re doing alright, but to me you’re poor
Feed me, see more, when it comes to these beasts, you’re notorious when it comes to defeat
I’m the one, I could never be a three, though
Rappers wanna sign to me
I treat ‘em like they Nino, in Atlanta
Or ignore ‘em like they Jay-Z at a signing
Y’all want that money, but you doin’ it so un-wisely
I fuck up this cash, nigga, you be doing it chasely
Wading through the water with the canes, I was waist-deep
Tryna be caught Tyler, but you not Creating
Tryna be Earl, But you’re not tryna sweat, nigga
Your girl’s getting cut off
I wish you the best, nigga
Your girl’s getting cut off
In the next statement, I’m with blind equation, in Wisconsin, trade the truth in london, nigga, about my progress, at your discussion, nigga, glow otherworldly, like all races

[?: ?]
([?] a nutshot nutshot)

Some days, you just can’t get rid of a bomb