No Th0ts on my Timeline Lyrics

Yeah, aye, (aye)

God damn (woo)

Face fact's I'm gonna relapse, oh

Face, oh fuckin' hell

Face fact's I'm gonna relapse, hm

Oh my fucking god

Face facts I'm gonna relapse back to smoking

All these patches attached I'm looking like a dope fiend

Nicotine that massive attack, fuck all the codeine

Drop a tier like mack' doin' crack, all these emotions

High as fuck, pulling up to the crib and then I dip

Had to get some moolah for a cooler looking pack of it

Sack a bitch, sack of shit, damagin' my body

Lit cigarettes in packets, smoked the whole damn 20, lackin' rich

Midnight durry hunt, lookin' round the street for some

Run a muck, stayed out all night for ritalin and pizza

Riddle in, don't say I'll see ya not the Pipe Piper

But I might just swipe you for a smoke, fucking Dora

No thots on my timeline, only quality chicks

Fuckboy wastin' his time, for quantity of pics

Cause he thinkin' she Aurora Borealis, like a quarter surely matters

Not a palace, but a wishing well (an out house)

Hit the jackpot, aye, yeah I'm in a new lane

Give a fuck about what they say, nah I'm rapping gourmet

Kids still shit right? Ask who blast's you

Not one raising heights, pass due on your avenue

Imagine ripping viciously, a savage happened in your street

Fuck the industry, initially been killing motherfuckers

Like they're selling deets about who, where and when

But now bitch your time is up, this DoubleR, I've had enough

No thots on my timeline, yeah, aye

Facebook, Twitter, even Vine, fuck, nay

Sauna hot and kinda nice, whoops JK

Don't post for fuckin likes, attention seekin' missile like

Woah, you good? You blowin' up my phone

Stop tagging me In shit, I've seen the post's, leave me alone

Call me cold, I don't flex, my man be master of mince

Nacho's and a menace, I finesse but don't call me a smith

John Connor to your bitch, I'm bout to terminate her

I'm honest with this, common denominator not

I'll rap you into pieces, ramen noodles to a hater

Beefin' my cup? Boy you be begging for fucks

Eating you up, wait, I'm slicing you up

Call me the future trunk's, you thot's on my timeline

Doin' the most, like you be kissing your own

You say you got a hoe but the backyard is invisible

Oh, wait, I'm the host

Don't shoot when takin' shots, they roll with blanks

Magnum that weigh a ton, you making fun of tommy gun

Moulin rouge full of thot's they Ratchet no Clank

Banging them, cause they begin again

You fuckin' dumby son get cock blocked and loaded none

Want me to stop the rap, but fucker, I've just begun

Bong rip, have sex, light a cigarette that's yum

I just fucked a 21 year old for fun

I'm on some ignorant other shit

Don't fuck with thots, but biting tongues is only the rud of it

I'll skull your rhyme before you even think to stutter, dick

I'm 17, but by the time you hear of me, you'll be in trouble riding it

Hate me now, and say you've be bumping the one and only YDoubleR

John William, bitch, aye