Passive Aggressive Lyrics

(Look for the comfort in someone you love

You're with me now, forever)

These niggas be pussy, I stand on that

Heart and hand on that, pride first I'm a man on that

Got bars for me, I'ma handle that

Go ham on that

I love beef, I'ma spam on that

I mean spazz on that

The game's a cash cow, get some fans off that

Niggas front for the 'Gram, I could Snap on that topic

But I'ma drop it, like an Apple phone

Catch a hoe talking behind my back

How you gon' call my main mans a rat?

For coming back to me when you niggas put on facades and happy acts like you DiCaprio

What the fuck you capping for?

Niggas act like they're in matrimony

All these pussies mad that I'm their rap opponent, man

Niggas mad about a feature I called just to ask who's fucking rapping on it, man

All this fake positivity, dawg that shit's killing me

Niggas will claim that they good with you

After they fail tryna son you and turn out a bitch to me

Niggas be talking 'bout underlying feelings

I don't lie bout feelings unlike some of you niggas do

Man you too pitiful, I think I hinder you

I want the bigger you but that's just mini me

You got some Hater-ade in your capillaries

You need some histamines, I know you're sick of me

You post a snippet and go back to clocking in shift at the Krispy Kreme

Now I'm just being petty with this shit, I mean dawg, I know that my shit gon' find you Again

These niggas will blow a fuse tryna fit in

These niggas will text you and act like they're buddy

But they'll be the main to talk shit, go make a profit

Wipe XavyOff like baby vomit

Your bars ain't got the range to talk shit

Enunciate your statements, dawg

It's embarrassing to play your dogshit

Can't understand your sayings,

Is your mic broke like section 8 apartments?

These niggas always hating but smile right in your face to save their conscience

These niggas be pussy, I stand on that

Heart and hand on that, pride first I'm a man on that

Got bars for me, I'ma handle that

Go ham on that, I love beef

Hate sheep, where the Lambo at

Niggas fire shots 'til you snatch the ammo bag

Put a bag on your head like a hostage, nigga

Want smoke, I'm so hot that I'm caustic, nigga

Keep caution, niggas love to switch your words like an anagram

But follow your Twitter and your gram

They'll follow your opps, and your mans

Your music's booty, I'm an asshole, yeah

Lay you flat like plateaus

Your raps are so bad, I had to listen on mute with the battery dead

I just wanna ask are you mad at me yet?

Since you wasn't in your feelings when you banned me and shit

I'm Jeff Dahmer. Head stomper

Stop choking you so I can take your breath longer

Jet bomber. Too fucked up from the head down to the neck collar

Best not get too comfy with your next song

I best warn you, bet on us

Keep them off of socials like feds on us

Can't wait to put all this led on them, get on them

I put this song easy mode, 'cause I ain't lost a beef before

Y'all ain't even artists, y'all just some graffiti notes

Y'all two cents ain't even worth EBT to read it, bro

Y'all are like canceled TV shows begging for production

I don't accept no interruptions, but I do perform better in dysfunction

Oh yeah, my shit's gon' blow up, man, for sure

Ignore my posts, I know my fans will grow

And don't DM with open hands and hope I'ma show you cash for scrolling past my post

I could probably body half of these niggas

But shit, I'd rather chill rap with these niggas

But niggas mad about some shit I thought we cleared up, I swear I just laugh at these Niggas

Niggas call me and hot headed for getting so damn emotional

But at least I'm real enough to let emotion show and not say petty shit with little angry Overtones

All passive aggressive and shit

Yeah, y'all niggas bitches bro, both of you