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COPYCAT
- Yeah, yeah
- Sick, sick, sick
- They say your bars are like spiders (bars are like spiders, what?)
- You get 'em right off the web (you get 'em right off the web, yeah)
- Like you're a copycat (you're a copycat)
- You stole the content from me(stole the content from me)
- And then you lose your fans (and then you lose your stans)
- That's how the copy strike works (that's how the copy strike works)
- Still slicing my wrist tho'
- Bloodier than Fred in a dream, ho
- No need for gates, I'm not bill, no
- This shit is like killing an off brand villain
- Like finishing off a snik snik (snik snik)
- I'll fuck around and pile еight million
- Dead little wrappers (rappers)
- I'll await my trial date like 6ix then (what?)
- Stay up late, killing Joe, Bidin' the wait til' I get out of prison
- If you're hypersensitive, I wasn't referencin' the president, chill (chill)
- I mean, my lyricism at times tends to kill, pencil in the neck
- Like John went for the kill, sealed the deal (pop pop pop)
- That's every one I diss ends up dead, down six deep
- And I'm still killing the Joe, bidin' my time all alone (haha, yeah)
- And I'm still flying high like a goddess (yeah)
- They say your bars are like spiders (bars are like spiders, what?)
- You get 'em right off the web (you get 'em right off the web, yeah)
- Like you're a copycat (you're a copycat)
- You stole the content from me(stole the content from me)
- And then you lose your fans (and then you lose your stans)
- That's how the copy strike works (that's how the copy strike works)
- And Cartier got the dope he sends me
- My drip like a runny nose
- Better stay away hoes
- 'Less you wanna get infected
- Take the virus and spread like butter on the bread (on the bread)
- Just pulled the glock, filled your head with lead
- The bodies piling up, this getting gorey
- Might stop with the killing
- But I might need glock 'cause I got that
- Blood mark, can't hide no more
- Got high, looked your mom in the eye, called her a whore
- Feeding on the morphine, now I'm lying on the floor
- Not lying 'bout your bitch a being a whore
- Leave your body lying on the floor, run right out the door
- Got the Chevy, just floored gas, tearing up your lawn, fuck up on the grass
- Like Tom Brady threw another flat (ball) interception pass
- I caught it and ran right past, real fast, now you're in last
- One more meal, it is your last, chomp it up real fast
- And I'm still totally flowing vocally
- The bling is showing, foot on the gas
- Ain't no slowing, on fire, more than just glowing
- Best stay back, see the bombs I'm toting
- Got 'em hoping that I'll end up blowing up
- Instead I'm showing up, bodies drop, you're a flop
- Like a fish, got you flop like bitch
- Just pulled the glcok on this bitch, flipped the auto switch
- 'Bout to go full auto bitch, not gonna miss
- The drip go sop, get a mop to clean it up
- Clean my dirty mind, naw, you'd have to cut it out with a saw
- Call me the tiger, swing at you with my claw
- Not gonna chill with the shit that I'm on
- It's my flaw, and it's not going away 'til I'm dead and gone
- But I'm still high with the shit I'm on
- And you're not 'cause
- They say your bars are like spiders (bars are like spiders, what?)
- You get 'em right off the web (you get 'em right off the web, yeah)
- Like you're a copycat (you're a copycat)
- You stole the content from me(stole the content from me)
- And then you lose your fans (and then you lose your stans)
- That's how the copy strike works (that's how the copy strike works)
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