ctrl c & v ft. econome & 李ー奏 Lyrics

Fuck a trap beat I don't give a damn about em

Gimme a good boom bap and I'll spit around it

Fuck y'all who are just as high as yo bpm

86 just right for me to go rap and kill 'em

Fuck mumble rap yeah fuck that fake rap shit

Where the real rappers at yeah go and represent shit

Delivery just like third-party sellers on Amazon

Never got it like how premature dudes never get it done

I don't give a fuck about yo shit ya

All you fucking bitches killin' me wha

The fuck you lookin at cuz y'all don't fuckin' know so

Stop acting like you know my shit huh

Rap fuckin' god nah fuck yo heresy

Y'all just wannabes on fuckin' ecstasy

Y'all just lost like JR on Hennessey

Write real lyric not some fuckin' mumble shit

You don't even

Boom bap yeah

Drop some bars not some soap yeah

I'm tired of these lyrical misfits on SoundCloud

They just loud

And get proud

Don't get bowed

And the crowd

They don't give a goddamn

About you but you can't even

Read the room

You on shrooms

To your tomb

Get the brooms

Livin' in The Truman

Show and

Oblivious livin'

Dunces out here runnin'

Into some bs

But you just a comedy on that KBS

You low on FPS

Tryna play some FPS

You a slow ass pc bruh

But you can suck my ass

Stop followin' the trend

And go and be yo own trend

Tryna get some clout from

Few swipes with yo own hands

Hypebeasts hustlin' for other people

Be your own thing and finesse like fuckin' Apple

Like I said before, y'all r like JR on Hennessey

Write real shit not some fuckin' pussy shit motherf

Boom bap is what?

I don't know

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Then you're a fuckin' pro bro

But I don't want more hoes doe

Sike, I got no hoes no

I don't use my dough

For shit like that ya know

But I stay spittin' fuego

Pero hace frio

Español, yo no se hablo

Sí yo soy el fuego

Yeah, I keep the rhyme go

From one row to two rows

Yeah, go add an S cuz I got another one in my bag so I'll go

Rappin' and shit yea

Trappin' and b bappin' on a b beat or instrumental

Yeah I'm fuckin; mental

But I'll flow on any fire

Or maybe water

I guess that fits uh better

Uh for my metaphor

But I don't give a fuck

About no metaphor

But I'ma keep ma flow

Go and I won't go

Slow so please don't go

And don't leave me oh

But you don't give a fuck

About that shit I know

Rap nowadays I don't know

Bunch of bullshit and hoes

Drugs, money, clout, autotune

And then many many more hoes

Of course I don't mean farming

r/woooosh if y'all wondering

r/woooosh if still pondering

Know your memes y'all look stupid

Life nowadays I don't know

Bunch of bullshit and no's

Fam, friends, acquaintances

And many many more no's

Of course I aint dissin'

Y'all stupid if y'all thought shit

Of course I am struggling

But everyone does, you stupid

So many bitches and

So little ditches

But you know what they say

Snitches get stitches

And bitches stay bitchy

And rich people get itchy too

My name's erechi

And my cheese stays-a cheesy, yo