MeetTheDirt by Tatum Ultimatum Lyrics
[Tatum The Gravest] (Verse 1)
Meet the dirt that you came from (from!)
Ain't give a fuck 'bout no bums (bums!)
I'm counting up sins I've committed (committed!)
Too many to count, triple digits, (triple digits!)
Ain't never thought I'd believe in the Devil
God is still there, but he ain't always present
Nothing like being the sheep, at most, you, all is some peasants
Running up finna do something
You might kill me, or you might be the homicide finna die
Bitter words, bitter bites, all bark, better bite
Smoothie you up to a blender grind
I'm on diet, sip you up like some thick berry slime
Hella ripe for my stomach for dinner tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, YUM!
[Tatum The Gravest] (Bridge)
We get it you bad and all
Finna make the most money
You be talking real big like we should worship you the most for it
You be painting a target on your back we ain't forget about you
Stupid egotistical souls are the ones most askewed
[Twizted Tatum] (Verse 2)
Aye!
"I sleep with a bat, with a mother fucking tec
With a Glock on the side table next to me"
You all sound the same, like some fake plain Jains
Imma put you on my plate like some Wagyu steak
Why don't you rap about your problems?
Seems to me you never know how to solve 'em
Counting up money is all you know how to do
We get it you be counting on the money
Counting on nothing with value that's valueless
You don't seem to understand that it's nothing
You really think you is something
Like clever
Something so better than everyone else here
And I don't give fuck
Don't give a fuck noooooooo
Meet the dirt that you came from (from!)
Ain't give a fuck 'bout no bums (bums!)
I'm counting up sins I've committed (committed!)
Too many to count, triple digits, (triple digits!)
Ain't never thought I'd believe in the Devil
God is still there, but he ain't always present
Nothing like being the sheep, at most, you, all is some peasants
Running up finna do something
You might kill me, or you might be the homicide finna die
Bitter words, bitter bites, all bark, better bite
Smoothie you up to a blender grind
I'm on diet, sip you up like some thick berry slime
Hella ripe for my stomach for dinner tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, YUM!
[Tatum The Gravest] (Bridge)
We get it you bad and all
Finna make the most money
You be talking real big like we should worship you the most for it
You be painting a target on your back we ain't forget about you
Stupid egotistical souls are the ones most askewed
[Twizted Tatum] (Verse 2)
Aye!
"I sleep with a bat, with a mother fucking tec
With a Glock on the side table next to me"
You all sound the same, like some fake plain Jains
Imma put you on my plate like some Wagyu steak
Why don't you rap about your problems?
Seems to me you never know how to solve 'em
Counting up money is all you know how to do
We get it you be counting on the money
Counting on nothing with value that's valueless
You don't seem to understand that it's nothing
You really think you is something
Like clever
Something so better than everyone else here
And I don't give fuck
Don't give a fuck noooooooo