LOUD Lyrics

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Bitch rubbin on my stone like I was a genie

Gave her three wishes all she want is coke and a martini

She suck my gourmet nut said its kinda salty

Took a look at her report card, it said all D's

I said woooooow, bitch I aint even surprised

You a blonde why you gotta play into the stereotype?

I ain't never fail a class in my muthauckin life

Cuz if my parents found out, I would muthafuckin die

Bitch bye!

With your muthafuckin stupid ass

Probably got some daddy issues, but I can't be assuming that

I dont like to judge, I'm a real accepting person

But I'm in a good place and you just making it worse bitch

Might be the devil in disguise, the way she coming at my pride

She win me over with them lies, so I gotta spend the night

I give you everything you want what you needa complain for?

Said I dont give her no attention, probably shoulda paid more

She's like the fries on the side, but I want the main course

She just coasted through her life, everything was paid for

You first class but I'm coach, both came thru the same doors

Even if you got money bitch you still a lame whore

And I know, I hate sounding like a fucking hater

So I done made my point clear, do I gotta say more?

I don't ever get to vent so I gotta go off

Who gives a fuck if no one else be listening to this song

Might do something wild, I don't got no chill

If I wanna be childish for a night then I will

Yeah I'm divine, really a big deal

And I might just die up on that hill now

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yall can't tell me that I ain't good at this rapping shit

Yea, used to be good at this rappin shit

I was making some fire out of muthafuckin accidents

Now everybody wanna sound like they some activists

Or if they not, then they sippin on some Actavis

Tell you what's cracking bitch, I'm tryna stack my chips

But these motherfuckers saltier than a bag of Ritz

Fuck them crackers bitch, and them acronyms

No discrimination, bitch I got good acumen

Might slice yo bitch up in the abdomen

Blade on my back like my last name was Ackermann

All these fucking sneak disses, I'm harassing them

Gram in my blunt smoking on Kim Kardashian

I'm shittin on you bitches I just took a laxative

All your swag I'm the one that's always jackin it

He said something funny so I fuckin stole it

I'm unoriginal but they was laughing when I told it

I try to be mature but sometimes I cannot control it

Man we all fucking stupid I'm the only one that shows it

They never could tell when I'm serious or saying jokes

Need a Emmy for my life the way I'm always switching codes

And need a participation trophy for all these different flows

And a bad bitch that could stick it down her fucking throat

And a muthafuckin stove for the hoes I'm bout to roast

FUCK GROWTH

Cuz I don't feel inspired by nothing around me

I just wanna clown bitches that always doubt me

Illest in my fucking town maybe the whole county

And all that hating shit yall be doing is lousy

So many weirdos in my surroundings that I'm starting to sound just like how they sound man I needa chill out

Nah fuck that Imma show yall how I get loud