LAF

These motherfuckers make me laugh

They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck

Look at how they dress

They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck

Listen how they rap

They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck

Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough

You ain't ever been nobody, you just make shit up

You lame as fuck

You ain't spittin' and ya music don't jam

Try to study me like I'm a student exam

Hard for me to take a lyricist serious

Especially a dude in sweatpants wearing unisex Vans

What would you expect then, made a song 'Fuck Swag'

Ain't nobody say shit, I guess they afraid if

They get outta line I'm bout to have to grave

Dig a great big hole, kill em even when you late bitch

A.K.A Mr. Make-Them-Wanna-Rewrite

I guess I'm the one they wanna be like

These guys get a feature from me study me on every record

Then they switch they whole style up

Homie I can see right, through you

You ain't ever used to chop like that

Now you talk about your girl and your struggle

Trying to get it, how you did a lot of soft

And you pissed off at your boss

You ain't used to have the same 9 to 5 I had

Need to find ya own lane, you and I might crash

Get in mine, hope you had a good time, (I'm back)

Rap game looking like Revenge of the Nerds

And ya pants and ya shirt too tight, is that plaid?

We ain't seeing eye to eye like I have an eye patch

No class, havin' a motherfucker you can die

You gon' wish you had a life raft

My style is hijacked, did I kill him, my bad

With ya lame ass sock showin', stop trollin'

Goin' online posin' with ya Glock showin'

You ain't ever shot no one, stop lyin' you are not blowin'

Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice

Cockroaches couldn't see me like they got some glaucoma

Comment onto my photos by the way that I look

I bet that I could get ya lady to fuck and suck dick, quicker than you

You said the two of you was in love

You lame as fuck and I bet that you the type of dude to come up

And tell me that I look familiar, knowin' damn well ya

Seen my videos and know my name and it will kill ya

Not a B-Lane so instead I gotta tell ya

Washed up rappers acting like I owe em something

When I needed them before I made it, they would never help ya

Lame ass homies wanna party at my crib

So they can drink up all my liquor they don’t ever buy they-self none

They say they recording, you ain’t got songs

Tryna say you preforming, you ain’t got fans

But it’s hard to ignore 'em, lame motherfucker

Probably like, foamposites, always rockin’ team Jordans

Lame ass bitches insecure and destorted

She tried shave her head on some Cassie shit

Now she thinkin’ she gorgeous

Never kiss her boyfriend, she fucking everybody, lil nasty bitch

A lot of people in my city try to say that they relate to me

But still so many in Atlanta don’t appreciate a thing

I did or even heard of me

Its almost like they trained to be a slave to what they playin’ on the radio

They proceed to put me in a cage because my record label Strange

They need to listen, if they did they probably end up devastated

We don’t play, we put the music business in a Strangeulation

Other record labels lame to me, these motherfuckers L-A-F

Actin’ hard, never take a day off (they L-A-F)

Still rappin’, shit'll never pay off (they L-A-F)

Still trappin’ acting like a straight boss (they L-A-F)

Get arrested, they confess, and they decide to play ball (they L-A-F)

They be actin’ like we cooler than we are

If I'm at you doin’ music, don’t be stupid, it's a job

You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call

Bombing on 'em, Shock & Awe