Old News

[Intro]
Woof, crit, phew
I just ate a muhfuckin' turkey sandwich before I hit this
I still hit that shit in my bedroom so you muhfuckers really don't know what I'm on, you know
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1]
When I'm on the gas I do not show any emotion (Bitch)
Get up out my face you came up to me with no notion (Yuh)
Stick on my side and it's pokin' (Pew)
I gotta ride around with that bitch totin' (Pew, pew, pew)
Open that pack and it's potent
She wanted money I gave her a token (Yuh)
She wanted money I gave her a token
I can't give her my heart because it is broken (Pew, pew)
Off of the Easter I feel like I'm floating
They found out I rap and they think that I'm joking (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
On my own I am not in a collective (Yuh)
Everybody around me is selective (Pew, pew)
Using different flows you know I'm effective
Fucking different hoes I know you're infected (Blit, blit)
Going to the function you got rejected (Blit, blit)
Walking out the spot you know that I'm stuck (Yuh)
Ain't been to the A in a minute but you know I'm reppin'
I might go and total lethal weapon (Weapon)
I might go and send you up to heaven (Heaven)
If you keep asking all them questions (Questions)
And if you keep asking them questions then I might go 'head and hit you with a Smith & Wesson
Ain't so second chances ain't no second guessin' (Pew)
Wearing Christian Dior but you ain't a blessing (Ain't a blessing)
And I know that it's been a drought for you so I know you steady stressin'
And I know that you steady stressin' you been pulling your hair out (Hair out)
Go get some Rogaine before I air it out (Air it out)
Smoking on propane losing my whereabouts (Whereabouts)
Bitch I be talking on tracks, I don't want to shout (I don't want to shout)
I do this for money, I don't want the clout (I don't want the clout)
You steady be crying, I know that you pout (I know that you pout)
I caught me a play, and I ran a route (I ran me a route)
I'm catching a play like Emmanuel Sanders
I asked for a sign and she said she a cancer (Bitch)
She hit on my triphone I don't wanna answer
I pull up to the club and throw a brick at the dancer (Okay)

[Verse 3]
You wearing them tight-ass Amiris in hot-ass weather
Bitch I'm wearing shorts and I'm feeling so better (Yes)
You loving that ho gonna write her a letter
Then go ahead and put her up on your header (Yes)
It's 2020 I'ma go get some money
Then blow up and live on my own (Pew)
We are not fucking with pills we gonna put that shit down and go head and just smoke on the strong (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
But I cannot tell you what to do
So I'ma just go count some blues
And you comment some flight teams (Yuh)
Then you bragging 'bout new shoes
This shit is just old news
This shit is just old news
This shit is just old news
This shit is just old news (And it's old news, lil bitch)
Bitch

[Outro]
Radiation
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