Velcro ft. Syah Lyrics

I don't stick around for the bullshit

I don't stick around for the bullshit

I don't stick around for the

I don't stick around for the

I don't stick around for the bullshit

Yeah I don't stick around for the bullshit

I don't stick around for the bullshit

I don't stick around for the

I could put a pause on a lot shit

Niggas know I don't be fucking with a lot of them

Real talk, Just don't got the tolerance

Real talk, Just don't got the tolerance

Fuck y'all, Ducked off from a lot of shit

Hot take. Take breaks from a bad bitch?

Whole face going to change to a savage

My space too gold to be sad

Too bad for the hoe

No holding me captive

Low blows ain't folding a captain

Blown smoke be slowing the thoughts

Only grabbing a trophy if it's in my absence

Wait

When you trying to tap in nigga? (Boy fuck that shit!)

PSN with the little niggas? (Boy fuck that shit!)

Got a home girl out here looking for a friend

If I send you going to chill with her?

Not really but I know that I'm still hitting (Ima fuck that bitch!)

Still hitting but I'm still hidden

Like... Well you will get it

Y'all be draining a nigga of real feelings

I would stain them if I was a real villain

Matter fact, niggas know I'm a real villain

Give me space or I might have to kill them

Give me space or I might have to kill them

Niggas know I don't be fucking with a lot of them

Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance

Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance

Fuck y'all

Pause on a lot of shit

Niggas know I don't be fucking with a lot of them

Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance

Real talk. Just don't got the tolerance

Fuck y'all

I ain't fucking with you niggas

Oh shit, Oh shit

I ain't sticking with you niggas

Oh shit, Oh shit

I ain't sticking with you niggas

Oh shit, Little bitch

One of those tragic days, you staggered in habits

The baddest ways the absents of lavish

Still the acts displayed are plastic fake and rather dense in lack the sense

Act awake but crashed in mental

That's when niggas hit you and ask

"Hey let me get a verse dog. Come on"

End up being sad knowing how it works dog

Man I'm just trying to rap, I ain't trying to hurt y'all

Motor boat a bad bitch when we first talk

But the sad shit, she ask if I'm trying to go far

Oh lord

Last thing a nigga need trying to Mozart in this rap shit

All my day is packed with is ashes and goyard rags and a bag full of bad trips

Sax Fifth my actions, I'm tapped in and acting on it I mean

Back to the pad, with sonnets my dreams is on it

My steez a portrait

Spit three sixteens. I stun fiends like Steve Austin

Leave me be often

Deemed to be the hardest out of this side

Syah's off it

Time to park this ride, bitch