How bout you? by Elviz Karra Lyrics
[Chorus]
These drugs they catching up to me
Like I'm the nerd and they the bullies
I'm just glad we weren't caught that day packing by the police
Woulda made my momma cry, woulda made her feel culpable
Luckily the cops were lacking now it's time to right my wrongs
Gotta be the best, no I need to be the best
Your rap skills are a jest and your life is nothing short of a mess
I'll admit, mine is too but I'm doing what I gotta do to change that
Motherfucker, how 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
[Verse 1]
I know that they laughing at me I don't care for them
They can keep talking while I get my dividends
I got real homies your friends they are fake
Wouldn't think twice if you drowned in a lake
Joker, I got all these negative thots they around me
But no they won't ever get me
Only want the good pipe or they want some free meals
I won't pay no attention like my name is Trixie
Timmy Turner, gotta make a wish, if you got a wish
You'd wish that you could rap as well as me
It's quite clear to see
If you make the mistake of dissing me don't do so carelessly
Promise I'll show no empathy
Logic, it'd be a killing spree
Back to the matter at hand
I block shots like it's a batarang jam
Everyone knows I'm the mothafucking man
Bet you save hoes like a superman stan
This verse is hot someone bring a fan (Hot!)
You say you can rap and I don't think you can
I'll pop out with the gang and I know that you'll scram
And you say that you rich but why pretend to be who you ain't
Taking X got me rolling like a Chef Boyardee can
Claim to be copping mad ice, but I dont think that he can
Pussy bitch why you always hiding as if your name were Anne
Frankly you should just admit that you ain't no fucking man
[Chorus]
These drugs they catching up to me
Like I'm the nerd and they the bullies
I'm just glad we weren't caught that day packing by the police
Woulda made my momma cry, woulda made her feel culpable
Luckily the cops were lacking now it's time to right my wrongs
Gotta be the best, no I need to be the best
Your rap skills are a jest and your life is nothing short of a mess
I'll admit, mine is too but I'm doing what I gotta do to change that
Motherfucker, how 'bout you?
[Verse 2]
In that college life but that life it just ain't for me
I don't even want the fame but I sure do want the glory
Don't touch no one on my team
Unless you wanna see something gory
Take yo baby then I'll kill you just like Carl did Lori
Here's a story: I was just fucked up, I was down, down bad
Felt like JID aspire to be swear to me I'm gonna be like
Most you fake ass rappers need to quit
Go get your GED right now, pow
Like I'm Adam West Batman
I'll fuck you up so don't you risk it
Got the gravy on me and you didn't even bring the biscuit
They say life's a movie, I'm the critic I'll give yours one star
I was knocking out mid-blowjob didn't even take a bar
You say you'll run up on me go and ask your mother for the car
See you out in public you speed off "look it's a shooting star"
Wait, wait, wait, wait, yeah
I don't even know what they still test me for (Knocking)
That's me knocking on your front door, aye
[Chorus]
These drugs they catching up to me
Like I'm the nerd and they the bullies
I'm just glad we weren't caught that day packing by the police
Woulda made my momma cry, woulda made her feel culpable
Luckily the cops were lacking now it's time to right my wrongs
Gotta be the best, no I need to be the best
Your rap skills are a jest and your life is nothing short of a mess
I'll admit, mine is too but I'm doing what I gotta do to change that
Motherfucker, how 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
[Outro]
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
These drugs they catching up to me
Like I'm the nerd and they the bullies
I'm just glad we weren't caught that day packing by the police
Woulda made my momma cry, woulda made her feel culpable
Luckily the cops were lacking now it's time to right my wrongs
Gotta be the best, no I need to be the best
Your rap skills are a jest and your life is nothing short of a mess
I'll admit, mine is too but I'm doing what I gotta do to change that
Motherfucker, how 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
[Verse 1]
I know that they laughing at me I don't care for them
They can keep talking while I get my dividends
I got real homies your friends they are fake
Wouldn't think twice if you drowned in a lake
Joker, I got all these negative thots they around me
But no they won't ever get me
Only want the good pipe or they want some free meals
I won't pay no attention like my name is Trixie
Timmy Turner, gotta make a wish, if you got a wish
You'd wish that you could rap as well as me
It's quite clear to see
If you make the mistake of dissing me don't do so carelessly
Promise I'll show no empathy
Logic, it'd be a killing spree
Back to the matter at hand
I block shots like it's a batarang jam
Everyone knows I'm the mothafucking man
Bet you save hoes like a superman stan
This verse is hot someone bring a fan (Hot!)
You say you can rap and I don't think you can
I'll pop out with the gang and I know that you'll scram
And you say that you rich but why pretend to be who you ain't
Taking X got me rolling like a Chef Boyardee can
Claim to be copping mad ice, but I dont think that he can
Pussy bitch why you always hiding as if your name were Anne
Frankly you should just admit that you ain't no fucking man
[Chorus]
These drugs they catching up to me
Like I'm the nerd and they the bullies
I'm just glad we weren't caught that day packing by the police
Woulda made my momma cry, woulda made her feel culpable
Luckily the cops were lacking now it's time to right my wrongs
Gotta be the best, no I need to be the best
Your rap skills are a jest and your life is nothing short of a mess
I'll admit, mine is too but I'm doing what I gotta do to change that
Motherfucker, how 'bout you?
[Verse 2]
In that college life but that life it just ain't for me
I don't even want the fame but I sure do want the glory
Don't touch no one on my team
Unless you wanna see something gory
Take yo baby then I'll kill you just like Carl did Lori
Here's a story: I was just fucked up, I was down, down bad
Felt like JID aspire to be swear to me I'm gonna be like
Most you fake ass rappers need to quit
Go get your GED right now, pow
Like I'm Adam West Batman
I'll fuck you up so don't you risk it
Got the gravy on me and you didn't even bring the biscuit
They say life's a movie, I'm the critic I'll give yours one star
I was knocking out mid-blowjob didn't even take a bar
You say you'll run up on me go and ask your mother for the car
See you out in public you speed off "look it's a shooting star"
Wait, wait, wait, wait, yeah
I don't even know what they still test me for (Knocking)
That's me knocking on your front door, aye
[Chorus]
These drugs they catching up to me
Like I'm the nerd and they the bullies
I'm just glad we weren't caught that day packing by the police
Woulda made my momma cry, woulda made her feel culpable
Luckily the cops were lacking now it's time to right my wrongs
Gotta be the best, no I need to be the best
Your rap skills are a jest and your life is nothing short of a mess
I'll admit, mine is too but I'm doing what I gotta do to change that
Motherfucker, how 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
[Outro]
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)
How 'bout you? (Aye, aye)