Alteration Lyrics

Honestly, I don't even look like I can rap

But I mean I'm alright, I guess

I don't even know

Imma be one of the best though

Do I look I snap like this

Who knew I could rap like this

Not you

Flowing just like I’m a fish

That’s true

I got the basic flow

No

Best in the Pearland

On the low

I’m a little bit cocky

I know

That’s the whole point ha

Gotta exploit

It’s the one way I can ever get famous

I’m feeling like facing my demons upfront

And never being shameless

I’m feeling adjacent to all of my haters

Pumping iron like I'm a masturbater

Elevate my level like an elevator

Carry the squad like an elevator

I meant escalator

Oh my god what am I on

Got a bad girl

Got a bag real

Have killed

Nah

But do you got skill

Want a deal

Last year went ill

Ain’t ready but you went

You still mad still

Yeah

Yeah I’m mad

I was sad

You gonna get through it young lad

I promise

You still got a lot of options

Go for it like it’s your last

Smoking these rappers I don’t gotta roll them up

Cooking these lyrics the smoke is just showing up

Taking the guts out I give you a tummy tuck

Thinking yo mouth is ready to get loaded up

Cocking it back and then it go bust

Rocking it back you a little bit sus

Talk yo trash and I barely even cuss

Wanna be loud but you better go shush

I be at the top while you being a dick

Thinking you’re cool but you really a simp

Master at this and I say this is it

I’m so sick

Eh eh

Ehhhhh

Bark at me like the mailman

Hit him with the bam bam shh

Hit him with the hand

I don’t wanna go to jail

I can’t

Yeah

I just wanna have fun (mmhmm)

I just wanna have love

I just wanna give up (ha)

I just wanna blow up (uh huh)

I just wanna glo up (I'm ugly)

There’s so many emotions (huh)

Going through my head (ah)

I just wanna go to bed

I’m so tired

Saying I’m good you a liar

I’m so good so fire

I don’t gotta job no hire

I’m so much higher

Tryna find myself another lucky buyer

100's on me cheap attire

Huh yuh

Spin around like a tire

Your music is average

Your music is bad and

I’d throw it inside of the trash can

You not even savage

You flexing but can’t even get all the cabbage

A lot of fake rappers

A lot of these beaners saying they got a bad bih

But we know that they lying

I don’t believe you I don’t even buy it

Give me that guak guak

Gonna go to the top top

And take you for a walk

You trash like a bot bot

You pop cuz you bought bots

You a dog

Bark bark bark

Yo lyrics like a bla bla bla bla

Say you really hit him with ba ba ba ba

But you just speaking fa fa fa false

Getting the dough better pass the salt salt salt

Want you to count how many times I switched the flow

How big you gonna be honestly it gotta be big I don’t know

Baby steps

Maybe bands

Prolly later

I need the fans

Waving hands

Do you understand that

She don’t mess with me

A hundred and 50

Inside of my bank account

Taking some money out

Heading to Waffle House

Wait

She Calling my phone

Yeah hi hello bye I gotta go

Okay