wym44
• Written by pusha
pusha back again, taking down another spec of lint
twig, spec particle, blown in the wind
shrimp fry for arms, tryna pimp' but your already gone'
you ain't Coolio, drunk on that T.L Julio, making these lines up all in the studio, going crazy
tricking you out, your names doom, but doesn't seem like shit to bring or be doom
new practice, not a storyteller, I am tho, cause this fools in a cellar—.. dweller
so mad he can be blown into ashes, go kick rocks, that'll show your status
temperature rising so high, fever dreaming, while hes sleeping, boo it's the boogie man
stop rapping like you wear, rock Gucci, man
tryna rap? Tryna rap? Tryna rap? Boohoo, blasting these bars out man
wanna quit? wanna quit? wanna quit? See you!
not doomin' me not doomin' you, not doomin' who? rename yourself to peaceV, you rocking no doom, please
who wanna beef? Huh, definitely not accepting no peace treaty, bruh
quit hip-hop, you fit for country-rap, and that is that, and, I'm that boy, that spat on ya, mhmm
