Jasiah, lil darkie - SCORN lyrics

Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up
Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up
Hold up, shit, hold up, ayy
Yeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go)

Beat your ass down 'cause I got time
Lil' bitch (Bitch)
They don't like my sound 'cause in
Your mind it don't make sense
Do you get this feeling because
I know this shit intense (yeah)
Don't got no friends
But I need a place to fit
Don't face the real 'cause I can
See straight through your lens (Pussy)
Can't match my energy
I swear it make you shit yourself
I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke
Inhale
Pussy tried to fight me but you won't prevail

You said you don't like me, but
I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot
You just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it
Swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then
Put you on a white tee, uh

A, b, c, d, e, f, g
All of you can suck my dick
One, two, three bitches on me
All of them have sucked my dick
I got on a plain white tee
I wish that it had your pic on it
That would fill me with glee
That would make me so happy
H, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p
All of my niggas are gettin' paid with me
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
Racks in the pockets of my jeans
Q, R, S, nigga, T, U, V
I put a Quaalude in codeine
W, X, bitch, Y and Z
Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green

You said you don't like me, but
I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot
You just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it
Swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then
Put you on a white tee, uh

Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn yeah, ayy

I just descend into madness, uh
Count all this money, forget all the sadness
(yeah)
I got a bitch and I'm breakin' her back
Smokin' my dick like an motherfuckin' addict
(Haha)
I'm in that bitch and she tell me who that is
(Baow, baow)
Skeet in her eye, eye, aye aye captain
Fuckin' with me, put a hole in your chest
Bitch ass nigga, you look just like Raditz
And I'm tryna get this money
But I know it's all the same
All these niggas play like Abel
But they know they really Cain (Ew)
You ain't- You ain't got no flavor, bitch
You taste like Raising Cane's (Gang)
If your mental stable
Then I know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
Know that- know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang

You said you don't like me, but
I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot
You just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it
Swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then
Put you on a white tee, uh