Dyscaine - MODALERT lyrics
[Dyscaine - MODALERT lyrics]
Don’t think you can ever take a xan on me
I’m cocaine in the pot
Half you motherfuckers fans of me
Whether you know or not
Ain’t no stopping what I plan to be
Already on lock
Why these niggas wan’ be friends with me?
They leach off what I got
Your best friend, I bet they stanning me
But brush me like opp
Niggas still tryna put fans on me
But they ain’t got no Glocks
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on
Energy like me, bitch, i think not
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on energy like this?
Bitch I think not
Alone at the bottom I’m plottin
I’m scratching my noggin I’m clogged
How I’m making profit
Overlooked, not making progress at
All from my projects
And still niggas ask when I’m dropping shit?
Pitching a fever again, not at all
Stating falseness
Just properly calling my dominance, there
Ain’t a damn soul
That you gave clout to that can outrap
Out last or even want a problem with
Me, I buss boy, no diner, see numbers
And they all blind ya
Known to get cheesy with craft, time to time
When I drop shit, they still can’t top
Like a Blac Chyna please rewind me
I need reminding why you reach for
Heat then wanna cease the fire
Stan cloned Yaks, Youngboys
And fake trappers god knows that I plan on
Snatching teeth with pliers
Niggas screwed me over
So I popped like cork slips still want beef
But ain’t gon leave the porches
I ain’t worried bout the fuck thang
A real dog they pussy, they anthropomorphic
I reach and pour bleach on your spot
A sinister, thug
With emo approach that don’t stop
And if ever I flop, I’ma pop at fake rockers
Don’t tweak with V
I’ll put two Zs at your top
Bitch I done everything
Alternate, ignorance
Rock, then lyricals, mumbling
Still I ain’t pop?
I might pull the strap on some
Domo shit, blow this bitch
Blending the niggas that’s stitched
To my spot i’m too hype not to damage
Shit, short stack, Calamitous
Heart attack like slipping
Crack in your cannabis, I’m not a
Fan of this jacking, non slacking
Just practice so my profit's arch
Like my planner did
Don’t think you can ever take a xan on me
I’m cocaine in the pot
Half you motherfuckers fans of me
Whether you know or not
Ain’t no stopping what I plan to be
Already on lock
Why these niggas wan’ be friends with me?
They leach off what I got
Your best friend, I bet they stanning me
But brush me like opp
Niggas still tryna put fans on me
But they ain’t got no Glocks
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on
Energy like me, bitch, i think not
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on energy like this?
Bitch I think not
This a random-ass interlude I just
Sent to your phone
On folks bro, these niggas need t-when I
Be seeing niggas be trying Dorien, bro, that
Shit be so like annoying because, bro like
The fuck wrong with niggas, folk? But
Aye man, like, that's why you gotta
Do shit like this to niggas, you gotta
Just dumb down to their category and just
Fuck 'em up on that shit, boy
That's what you should do, on folks, I know
That shit ah shit, damn, on Dave
I'm ready for that shit i'm
Fucking ready for that shit
I’m cocaine in the pot
Half you motherfuckers fans of me
Whether you know or not
Ain’t no stopping what I plan to be
Already on lock
Why these niggas wan’ be friends with me?
They leach off what I got
Your best friend, I bet they stanning me
But brush me like opp
Niggas still tryna put fans on me
But they ain’t got no Glocks
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on
Energy like me, bitch, i think not
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on energy like this?
Bitch I think not
Alone at the bottom I’m plottin
I’m scratching my noggin I’m clogged
How I’m making profit
Overlooked, not making progress at
All from my projects
And still niggas ask when I’m dropping shit?
Pitching a fever again, not at all
Stating falseness
Just properly calling my dominance, there
Ain’t a damn soul
That you gave clout to that can outrap
Out last or even want a problem with
Me, I buss boy, no diner, see numbers
And they all blind ya
Known to get cheesy with craft, time to time
When I drop shit, they still can’t top
Like a Blac Chyna please rewind me
I need reminding why you reach for
Heat then wanna cease the fire
Stan cloned Yaks, Youngboys
And fake trappers god knows that I plan on
Snatching teeth with pliers
Niggas screwed me over
So I popped like cork slips still want beef
But ain’t gon leave the porches
I ain’t worried bout the fuck thang
A real dog they pussy, they anthropomorphic
I reach and pour bleach on your spot
A sinister, thug
With emo approach that don’t stop
And if ever I flop, I’ma pop at fake rockers
Don’t tweak with V
I’ll put two Zs at your top
Bitch I done everything
Alternate, ignorance
Rock, then lyricals, mumbling
Still I ain’t pop?
I might pull the strap on some
Domo shit, blow this bitch
Blending the niggas that’s stitched
To my spot i’m too hype not to damage
Shit, short stack, Calamitous
Heart attack like slipping
Crack in your cannabis, I’m not a
Fan of this jacking, non slacking
Just practice so my profit's arch
Like my planner did
Don’t think you can ever take a xan on me
I’m cocaine in the pot
Half you motherfuckers fans of me
Whether you know or not
Ain’t no stopping what I plan to be
Already on lock
Why these niggas wan’ be friends with me?
They leach off what I got
Your best friend, I bet they stanning me
But brush me like opp
Niggas still tryna put fans on me
But they ain’t got no Glocks
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on
Energy like me, bitch, i think not
Nigga, wake up! Sleep on energy like this?
Bitch I think not
This a random-ass interlude I just
Sent to your phone
On folks bro, these niggas need t-when I
Be seeing niggas be trying Dorien, bro, that
Shit be so like annoying because, bro like
The fuck wrong with niggas, folk? But
Aye man, like, that's why you gotta
Do shit like this to niggas, you gotta
Just dumb down to their category and just
Fuck 'em up on that shit, boy
That's what you should do, on folks, I know
That shit ah shit, damn, on Dave
I'm ready for that shit i'm
Fucking ready for that shit