Fire Squad Remix by Trevor Spitta Lyrics
Probably catch a fade to these haters
Bullets make a boy dance teach ballet to these haters
Catch a K to these haters, half amazed at these haters, and this ain't even half the sack of what I'd say to these haters
I be off the Keys like Alicia be
On my greasy beats you can't leash a beast you fucked up if you unleashing me
On the wall like the TV be, Heebie Jeebies I'm beating beats
What I'm doing? I'm being me! Insert dick like a DVD
Always the ones who want peace who end up fucking deceased
The good ones all dying young then there's people like you and me
I swear this shit is caprice, I capped it off with a crease
On my Dwight Schrute cause I make paper then go home and I make beats
What you think of me now?
Always said I had some bars on the brink of me now
You like a iPhone in computer cause you sinking deep now
And I could still pull a bitch with a wink and a smile, huh
Yeah I'm white on my Jet Lee Jee
So what if I was on MTV?
You can empty me
Fuckin semi me
In the end you gon' envy me
I'd still pull the fuckin MVP
In the villa i ain't talking the big screen
Winning like I'm Big Sheen
Winnings the big dream
Exing out all this extreme, Gettin that slick cream
Taking shots like a sixteen and I'm barely sixteen
I want that tight ice, wrist bleed, suicidal
And most people suicidal if they do what I do
Cause now-a-days you have a vision and you try to grab it, either you the biggest faggot or their biggest idol
Whats the roots of these haters like some division
I'm doing this shit without an audition
Thats shits a given that I won't fuckin give in to half these fuckin doubters and all these fuckin bitches
Shout out to Robbie J on the fuckin sound
Cause if you try to shut me up I'ma shut it down
Sinatra in the Rat Pack, Rat-tat-tat-tat tracks
I wear a Yankees snapback cause I'm too big headed for a crown
It's hard to balance the fact
The boy ain't even half wack and he ain't even half black
Got bars in my backpack
Wait nah, backtrack, the people saying I jack tracks said i act like Jack Black
Now this ain't a game blackjack
You flat like flapjack
I don't even take catnaps
Cause that that will back lash
Cause I'm trying to stack racks
Give it all not get half back
You probably in the back if you hating
Back back in the rat trap
Lil' Bitch
Bullets make a boy dance teach ballet to these haters
Catch a K to these haters, half amazed at these haters, and this ain't even half the sack of what I'd say to these haters
I be off the Keys like Alicia be
On my greasy beats you can't leash a beast you fucked up if you unleashing me
On the wall like the TV be, Heebie Jeebies I'm beating beats
What I'm doing? I'm being me! Insert dick like a DVD
Always the ones who want peace who end up fucking deceased
The good ones all dying young then there's people like you and me
I swear this shit is caprice, I capped it off with a crease
On my Dwight Schrute cause I make paper then go home and I make beats
What you think of me now?
Always said I had some bars on the brink of me now
You like a iPhone in computer cause you sinking deep now
And I could still pull a bitch with a wink and a smile, huh
Yeah I'm white on my Jet Lee Jee
So what if I was on MTV?
You can empty me
Fuckin semi me
In the end you gon' envy me
I'd still pull the fuckin MVP
In the villa i ain't talking the big screen
Winning like I'm Big Sheen
Winnings the big dream
Exing out all this extreme, Gettin that slick cream
Taking shots like a sixteen and I'm barely sixteen
I want that tight ice, wrist bleed, suicidal
And most people suicidal if they do what I do
Cause now-a-days you have a vision and you try to grab it, either you the biggest faggot or their biggest idol
Whats the roots of these haters like some division
I'm doing this shit without an audition
Thats shits a given that I won't fuckin give in to half these fuckin doubters and all these fuckin bitches
Shout out to Robbie J on the fuckin sound
Cause if you try to shut me up I'ma shut it down
Sinatra in the Rat Pack, Rat-tat-tat-tat tracks
I wear a Yankees snapback cause I'm too big headed for a crown
It's hard to balance the fact
The boy ain't even half wack and he ain't even half black
Got bars in my backpack
Wait nah, backtrack, the people saying I jack tracks said i act like Jack Black
Now this ain't a game blackjack
You flat like flapjack
I don't even take catnaps
Cause that that will back lash
Cause I'm trying to stack racks
Give it all not get half back
You probably in the back if you hating
Back back in the rat trap
Lil' Bitch