WACK

[Intro]
His hair, wack!
His gear, wack!
His jewelry, wack!
His foot stance, wack!
The way that he talks, wack!
The way that he doesn’t even like to smile, wack!
Me, I’m tight as fuck!
Hey

[Hook]
You wack just like your lyrics (Wack!)
You act like you a genius (Wack,wack!)
You wack like your appearance, and your parents must be pissed off (Wack!)
You gripping on that pistol, your capping got me ticked off (Wack!)
Calling you scab, now you are mad that you getting picked on (Wack!)

[Verse]
This the type of shit I been on (Yeah!)
This the type of shit I win on (Hey!)
This the type of shit they get on, lit on, been on top (Yeah, yeah!)
Chicago ain’t no Sox (No!)
I ain’t got no flops (Yeah!)
All I got arе bops (Yeah!)
They jus like to talk (Yеah, yeah!)
Start from the jump, no hop scotch kid
I’m the real thing, you illigitimate (Illegitimate)
You counterfeit, I don’t pop shit
I’m the boss-man, I got people for that
You won’t stay long, temporary tat
Me against you, that’s a mismatch (Hey)
Better call the dispatch (Yuh)
Think fast, quick math (Hey)
Suck on my words like a sour patch (Suck on my, suck on my)
I’m Mr. Get the bag
I’m Mr. Bring your bitch back
Mr. then break your bitch back
Finna’ blow up like a frag (Yeah, yeah)
I’m 60 FPS, and you just lag
I got that it factor (Hey)
Had to cut my last girl out, redact her
She ain’t fit In and I used a protractor
Bulls in the 90s
Look at my rings like I’m Saturn (Hey)
I’m dapper, no Dan (Yuh)
A rapper, no chance (Hey)
That’s what everybody said, but look at me I’m getting bread
I’m Hollywood, no dead
They stan, nuff said
I’m going viral (Hey, hey, hey,)
Fred 2009, yeah my statistics divine (Yuh)
You talkin shit, pull up offline
Either way you get in line
Give you goosebumps, R.L Stine
I don’t smoke no weed I’m smokin thyme, why?
‘Cause I need some more, like everybody’s gettin old (Hey)
Nobody knowin’ what they live for
Got a new girl and we fuck on the D-low (Yeah, yeah)
Last girl had to say: “Fuck you”, Ceelo (Hey)
Had to delete the hoe (Hey, hey)
Went home drank some Tito’s (Yuh)
I hate my ex
Facts her?, like I’m Simon Cowell (Yeah,yeah)
She turn me into a demon, after we done I don’t throw her a towel (Hey)
How foul, I know (Yuh)
I’m a super villian, she’s a hoe (Hoe)
I guess that life is what you make of it (Hey)
And my models pretty dope (Yuh)
My year is pretty recent, and my mileage at zero (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, I do not cap, I do not like to act like I am the hardest (Nah)
Shootin’ my shot, just like I’m James Harden
I got the power that you cannot harness
I don’t want to front to act like what I am not (Yeah, yeah!)
I don’t want to be asked what I’ve fuckin’ got (Yeah)
I’m just tryna’ make my bops
I’m just tryna’ rap my songs (Yeah)
I’m just tryna’ right my wrongs, in the form of a lyric
As you have seen it, just like movie
Rap game, George Clooney (Hey)
“What’s up doc” like looney
Got these women swoonin’, droolin’ (Yuh)
Just like planet, no doom and talent like this (Hey)
You think I am not human
That’s right I’m mutant
I’m the new gen, but an old head (Hey)
We go stupid but my lyrics like led (Yeah, yeah)
Thats what you get when you listen to H. Undead at the age of seven
Now I’m twenty, got bitch back bending (Hey)
I’m a rockstar like Elvis
Like a mixed girl, like it blended (Wack!)
Sorry if you got offended, I send it, they leave me uncredited (Wack!)
I am the revenant, making on this on 9/11 (Wack!)
I got a new girl, and you know that I’m bending it (Wack!)
Chicks will be talking to friends, they say: “What did you do last night?” (Wack!)
They reply: “Benedict” (Wack!)
Hey
[Hook]
You wack just like your lyrics (Wack!)
You act like you a genius (Wack,wack!)
You wack like your appearance, and your parents must be pissed off (Wack!)
You gripping on that pistol, your capping got me ticked off (Wack!)
Calling you scab, now you are mad that you getting picked on (Wack!)

[Outro]
Definitely can’t skate transitioned
I’ve never seen a rock to fakey
I’ve never even seen a simple kick turn
August 6, 3pm, I’m gonna fucking kill you
Hey!