S.O.S. ft. Type1ne Lyrics

You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this

Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist

Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S.

'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship

Ain't nothing in the game like this

Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist

Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit

We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit

There's no limit, if I want it, I go get it

I'm cold with it, dollar bills, blow my nose with it

Say it in real life man, y'all just posting it

Swear they weaker than Popeye with no spinach

I kill the track, whether I end it, or open it

Scared to feature me, get on they track take over it

Ignored his shots, and now he don't know how to cope with it

Expecting me to respond, I give him no attention

Ever since I came back, rappers been real mad

Drop my name on they tracks

I'm in they head like migraines, when I say I don't give 'em no slack

And I swear they bite my style until they teeth start to crack

How my name taste?

Probably better than anything on YoPlait

If you want my response, you gotta earn it

Ain't name dropping nobody who sound like Kermit

But if you feeling froggy, go ahead and leap

My time is money, and that chitter-chatter cheap

You sweeter than honey, I'm who you wanna bee

Won't catch me slipping, not even on the sleet

Enough said, man you know I am the king

Single handedly killed you and your whole team

I been staying up, you gave me a reason to sleep

'Boutta take a nap, second verse goes to T

You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this

Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist

Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S.

'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship

Ain't nothing in the game like this

Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist

Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit

We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit

I wrote these bars while stealing from the grocery store

They gonna ask how I got famous-er than Demi Moore

Confetti pours 'cause I made it off of Chili floors

God made me a leftie so I could film it right to VCR

Who the fuck do you think you are?

And disrespecting Tripp, dawg, that just pissed me off

Rich and soft, eat shit, fuck you dawg

I don't want this beef, but I'm filet mingon on any song that Madi on

If you want me to turn up all these caps, Tripp, tell me dawg

And I'm not saying it's wrong, but dawg, please come on

Take his cock out your mouth when you record your songs!

So that you don't mumble, friend

Cartoon character mumble men

Don't ever wanna hear you talking this shit again

I'm expecting like three weak responses, not popping

I don't even wanna fuck with this damn nonsense

What now? Clean up like Mr. Plow

Wrote an album money ray, life is fucking pissed now

Holy fuck, I just lost some money on that soccer game

Walk away, if you don't want periwinkle carpet spray

Talking game, am I going insane?

Named yourself after Biggie and you still sounding lame?

No, no, not again, must have been a gust of wind

'Cause I drip like a fountain

Made a solid porcelain

You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this

Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist

Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S.

'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship

Ain't nothing in the game like this

Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist

Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit

We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit