Pep Boy Lyrics

Everyone can talk, everyone can lie

Everyone can cheat, fuck it, everyone can die

I stay away from sources that hold public bias

You can see you got fans, but the facts ain't lyin'

Yeah, I'm a numbers player, we can break it down to stats

I can rap really fast, see me talk out my ass

Like a coal miner, workin' all day with my hands black

Fell in love one time, we don't mention that

Yeah, I like spendin' paper, but I love when money comin' in

Y'all was tryin' to blow up on my line, but you don't make no sense

Y'all was on my timeline, I clicked uninterested

Y'all was on my timeline, I clicked don't show again

Oh, there we go again, makin' all these flows again

Makin' all that shit up that I ain't never even noticing

Cold shoulder right up to they face until I blow the pen

Y'all thought you was really tough, but we don't notice it

Damn, she got anorexic, we can break it down to fat

Yeah, I been in the gym, I'm tryin' to lose it off my back

Yeah, she been hittin' chest, so she can finally grow a rack

I don't know shit about a Hellcat, but I wanna scat

Nah, it's a real thing, 2024 edition

Rhythm is somethin' that I was givin', I'm not even gifted

Like we playin' GTA, someone hired Hitman

He callin' mercenary, seein' him tweakin' off Ritalin

Bugs underneath your skin and Cole Myer's in your head

Shoutout to the women usin' men for dates to keep 'em fed

They see me in the lab, I'm makin' shit, they call me Johnny Test

Cause I'm always with my dog, I don't ever stress

Basil and Oregano, bitch, I'm rockin' with Sage

I would lay you in a body bag, don't put us in a cage

If the UFC call me, then you better count your days

All these bitches shakin' ass and I ain't even really fazed

I ain't a soldier, I ain't a trooper, I'm like John Wick

Cause I pull up in all black and I go pop shit

Like I've been workin' nonstop, I'm exhausted

But I can't take a damn break, I'm the boss, bitch

Talk about drip, talk about water, I'm the faucet

Yeah, y'all like dirty mop water in the bucket

Yeah, butter in a socks, Sam Puckett

If they ain't rockin' with my ass, it's fuck 'em

Yeah, inside of your posse, I see infidelities, bunch of felonies

Yeah, Ro gon row your boat and then I ask him "can you make a beat for me?"

Lookin' at a bunch of women I don't want, but every one of them wanna get a piece of me

You can barely speak straight, then you smoke a straight PCP

Don't fuck with C's and D's, only A's and B's

Y'all want a piece of this, but you're out my reach

I'm not Disney Channel, I'm Mr. Beast

I tend to give out money to the really, really needy

I don't even want you to pay me back, I told your ass to keep it

Radiohead, all these bitches, I'ma creep it

I go future Hendrix, everybody gotta go free bands

Yes, I'm a Pep boy

Automobiles and mechanics need a new toy

Broke my heart down, I once was filled with joy

Now they got me comin' like a soldier, ready to deploy

The plot thickens

Everybody runnin' with they head cut off, chickens

Young Thug, Money Man, I just get the digits

Juice Wrld, I'm a bad boy bout my business

I ain't ever takin' pills, though, that's a bad substance

I ain't even take the car out, cause the cat bubblin'

I'm an OG when I'm drivin', call me Doc Hudson

Took away my keys from the bar, cause I'm bent stumblin'