Kung Fu Vampire - Hologram lyrics

Hologram all up on the gram
Ain't no hundred grand, I'm off-brand
You a certified fan of Dan lost man
Rapping in my face off that sauce and
Miss us with that bullshit you still talking

I ain't perfect, science irks me
The Iron Chef (yeah) go like Xerxes
I multiply like herpes at Coachella
I am from the bay, we say hella
Fellas get they panties in a bunch
They tired of my come up
Higher than a mumbler
Rapper with the lean and the tumbler
Trap it with the queen and
The bee in the bumbler
Playing Mahjong in my Iraq
Use the gold tong for the bison

I don't even need no MyBot
I just make music, get paid for it
Chill with my kids on the eighth floor
At a hotel pool in the Azores
No more rules, it's a paid tour
Just got a show up
Thinking I'm gonna blow up
From here to Samoa, my Latinas in Sinaloa
With cowboy hats they fuck with the Vamp
They all about that trap life
I don't know what to do with myself might
Worst enemy for the mentally
I'm proving I'm losing to hell
Reckless, breathless tequila for breakfast
Death Wish coffee
Everything is rocky in my life (yo Adrian)
Where yo wife? She out playing hockey
San Jose Sharkie
Fucking with a lyricist her mom be
Probably gonna die before I'm forty
Fuck yo tag, you a Toy Story
You can brag about yo money
But, you bore me, I'm a Alien
Weaver, Sigourney

Hologram all up on the gram
Ain't no hundred grand, I'm off-brand
You a certified fan of Dan lost man
Rapping in my face off that sauce and
Miss us with that bullshit you still talking

Anybody out here in the underground
They know the deal
Been crushing competition in these streets
I keep it real you talking shit about me
I'm gripping that Louisville
Slugger baseball bat
My fans are watching like I knew we will
They call me problematic (problematic)
My buk-slaps automatic (automatic)
I'll knock that chip right off yo shoulder
Yeah I got that static
They call me Jason with the blade
I'm like a helicopter
I'll hack yo head in half
I bring that sleep like hella choppers
Anybody want that smoke, come
Get it right now, come cast your vote
I'mma dread-knot that'll sink yo boat
Like Pennywise, watch haters float
(watch haters float)
Hit 'em like a cruiser missile
Watch the record label bleed
Watch my homies come with a whistle
KFV done brought the fleet

Hologram all up on the gram
Ain't no hundred grand, I'm off-brand
You a certified fan of Dan lost man
Rapping in my face off that sauce and
Miss us with that bullshit you still talking

There's not much more to be said
It's a wack ass world with a
Bunch of wack people in it
And to be honest I've uh
What'd you stop for? I just need a minute
I've been trying to bury it deep
Down and ignore the fact
But fuck man I just keep
On getting sucked into it aw fuck, I blew it
A month, I'm too innocent
I'm cutting motherfuckers into
Pieces and it's
I ain't got the mental fortitude to handle
The comments niggas be leaving man
I'm a little sensitive
I go get offended over the
Littlest sentence and I'll find
Out where they live and it'll
Turn into an incident i can't even handle
Constructive criticism given
To me by people I know for my own benefit
I used to go to class for it
Till I uppercutted the fuck out of my
Teacher for telling me I'm too tentative
I need to project more so I do
But, it's only a finger every
Time I get pissed off
I ran with it and started a non-profit
I'm tax exempt for throwing
Bitches into brick walls
Cause, I got a short temper
But more simpler, a short fuse
But that ain't a pitfall
I turn that shit around and
Use it to my advantage
And now I get paid to
Punch throats and kick balls
All this to say
Don't waste your time typing
Your opinion up cause
I ain't 'bout to read this shit
What you got to say?
It ain't even worth the calories
It would take for
My eyes to move left or right reading it
What you got to say, ain't even there anymore
You got insecure
And your bitch ass went and deleted it
What you got to say ain't even comprehendible
It's all a heebedebee dabble labadabba
I'll repeat it, you're a

Hologram all up on the gram
Ain't no hundred grand, I'm off-brand
You a certified fan of Dan lost man
Rapping in my face off that sauce and
Miss us with that bullshit you still talking

Oh hologram ass I see right through you
Yeah it's on sight
I'mma bring the fight to you
You fuck like an orgy your bitch like Stormy
Film it, put it on my IG story
They can't stand me, I'm that hard
I'm that man with a plan got a black heart
You bark like a dog in the backyard
I'm on stage, you stand where the fans are
Kn-kno-kno-kno-know your place before I
Put you there
It's like you couldn't care less about
The work that we putting there
That's a cross that you couldn't bear
Beware if I'm there and you see me
You shouldn't stare
Ain't no masterpiece, but we the Gods of War
They call me Thor the way I
Pick the hammer off the floor
Carnivore and I'm starving
Get your carcass torn
I'll put your brains on the canvass
That's the art of war

I see through your fraudulent act
You oughta get back
Cause you cannot slaughter the track
You make me yawn and you're wack
No honor in that
How did you get drawn into rap?
Don't try to come in my yard
And act like you hard
Bitch get off my lawn or get smacked
Your girl came to visit C-Mob
And come through and
She ended up getting cummed on and it's fact
Bozos taking photos full of fake shit
So bro's trynna go pro, trynna make it
No no that's a no-go
We don't play with those hoes with the
Four pros they can take this L
No we never give up
Cause we're not giving a fuck
So look out when I erupt because I kill shit
Always driven to bust, trynna be living it up
So all the ignorant fucks I don't deal with

Hologram all up on the gram
Ain't no hundred grand, I'm off-brand
You a certified fan of Dan lost man
Rapping in my face off that sauce and
Miss us with that bullshit you still talking

Yeah k Daver
Who that dude that they hating now? (who)
Talk that shit but the Paypal
Stay on lock and the cash i pocket a dick
Ass snot aw-awe what you knock?
K Daver baby the boom bap god
Cold but the Vampire trap with the squad
Flex on these hoes got no shoes
Someone tell Joe, put me on the pod
Ain't got time for your drama
Ain't got time the hate shit
Ain't my fault that you cannot ball
Get rocked in the jaw step out that basement
Dump any bitch bitch what it do?
Want that smoke, I bet that you do
You too bitch to hit what I grip
Better come to grips that
You're acting a fool yeah
Who dat, who dat? (who?)
That's Daver baby, know the name (know it)
Who dat, who dat? (uh)
My mind is rotten and I got that fame (yeah)
You talk that work, I'mma hustle K
Iron G from New Hamp to The Bay


Could've had me locked away
But, I still got lot to say
Been around that block today
Got shots to take
Gonna squeeze my Glock away
Me and the fam don't rock with fakes
With lights and jeans, he got fangs
I got a 4-5
It's like 6 am you probably might die
You'll probably scream
(you'll probably scream)
You'll probably throw up
You'll yell for help (you'll yell for help)
Them cops will show up
We'll find your body (they'll find your body)
Without a trace (without a trace)
Can't be identified, without face
Sometimes gon' tie 'em up light 'em up ya
And watch the flames sometimes I size 'em up
I'm kind enough, ya to use their names
I'm just like super calm bitch shut up
Do you wanna get choked bitch?
I'll stick my gun up in her mouth and
And be like "smoke this"

Hologram all up on the gram
Ain't no hundred grand, I'm off-brand
You a certified fan of Dan lost man
Rapping in my face off that sauce and
Miss us with that bullshit you still talking