Foundations by Babyshark Lyrics
Wanna go up
I Wanna go up
(Are you sure man?)
Yup
Just started up
I know that i'm sick, i'm late for my checkup
That doctor in the chopper
He don’t know i'm on the roster
He just loaded, feelin bloated
My heart beatin faster faster
I'm like casper, I just appear
Out of nowhere, I show no fear
Fuck a backseat, I can take heat
So I spit it, none of y'all steer
Fuck you bitch i'm the pioneer
You stuck in neutral, I've been switchin gears
I wanna get rich I wanna career
Success in my cup, cause I run it to the summit and I speed up
Slow down
Bring it back
Some of y'all think this shit is wack
That’s ok, I got more tracks
That’s ok, i'ma get racks
Rip mac
Know i'm gonna get it cause I come in and I rip it like my mind is gon a million miles a minute, bitch i'm in it and I split it so you seein red so go ahead ill permit you to talk shit while I tread on you to get this bread (Ay)
Now you got nothin to say
Shot you with fire like you're Pompeii
Wanna start beef? Well that’s the wrong way
Make a song, top this, and we'll talk then, k?
Key change, tryna shoot me down but i'm outta range
On a different level Tasmanian devil so looney, im feelin so strange
If you fuck with me then bitch get on yo knees cause my dick got somethin to say
Still don’t believe it, i'm loaded with lyrics, I cocked the gun, i'm boutta spray
Runnin like a b-b-bay
Now my heart beatin, I jump in the fray
Higher than little pump, lower the age
Confidence never slump, ona rampage
Yea im the rock but I beat paper
Scottish sword I embrace sabre
I know its inaccurate, i'ma get back with it
High school rap bitch, i'm the savior (what)
I Wanna go up
(Are you sure man?)
Yup
Just started up
I know that i'm sick, i'm late for my checkup
That doctor in the chopper
He don’t know i'm on the roster
He just loaded, feelin bloated
My heart beatin faster faster
I'm like casper, I just appear
Out of nowhere, I show no fear
Fuck a backseat, I can take heat
So I spit it, none of y'all steer
Fuck you bitch i'm the pioneer
You stuck in neutral, I've been switchin gears
I wanna get rich I wanna career
Success in my cup, cause I run it to the summit and I speed up
Slow down
Bring it back
Some of y'all think this shit is wack
That’s ok, I got more tracks
That’s ok, i'ma get racks
Rip mac
Know i'm gonna get it cause I come in and I rip it like my mind is gon a million miles a minute, bitch i'm in it and I split it so you seein red so go ahead ill permit you to talk shit while I tread on you to get this bread (Ay)
Now you got nothin to say
Shot you with fire like you're Pompeii
Wanna start beef? Well that’s the wrong way
Make a song, top this, and we'll talk then, k?
Key change, tryna shoot me down but i'm outta range
On a different level Tasmanian devil so looney, im feelin so strange
If you fuck with me then bitch get on yo knees cause my dick got somethin to say
Still don’t believe it, i'm loaded with lyrics, I cocked the gun, i'm boutta spray
Runnin like a b-b-bay
Now my heart beatin, I jump in the fray
Higher than little pump, lower the age
Confidence never slump, ona rampage
Yea im the rock but I beat paper
Scottish sword I embrace sabre
I know its inaccurate, i'ma get back with it
High school rap bitch, i'm the savior (what)