Marlon Craft - Get Off My Yard lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Get Off My Yard lyrics]
Preferably in a residential area
Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be sneak-diss cussin' the kid
Shit, at least they discussin' the kid
I'm disgusting as shit
Low limit's to the fucks I could give
Sometimes want to kill the Internet
It's like I've been through
Something with Syd it's disruptive as shit
All these functionless kids clickin'
Stuff to get lit
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch
Get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you
Set off my squad
You lucky that you played out seven iPods
'Cause if you was more relevant
You might just get your head kicked in
I'm ready as I ever been
My cocky be so elegant
That college head on him
We're raised on New York City sediment
Combined to make my "Suck my
Dick" sound so eloquent, uh
I'm feelin' like A1 hot sauce
'Fore you can say "Ayo
" man's done got cross
Long list of demands for the pop-off
You'd be shocked what my thoughts cost
Who wanna fuck with me?
Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be sneak-diss cussin' the kid
Shit, at least they discussin' the kid
I'm disgusting as shit
Low limit's to the fucks I could give
Sometimes want to kill the Internet
It's like I've been through
Something with Syd it's disruptive as shit
All these functionless kids clickin'
Stuff to get lit
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch
Get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you
Set off my squad
You lucky that you played out seven iPods
2020, comin' forward, I need all the money
I've been takin' care of you kids
I need alimony
Back and forth with the flows
I need paddle for me chatter for me
Gradually gettin' kinda louder for me
Oh, God (Oh, God)
What they wan' do? (What they wan' do?)
I've been so charged (So charged)
I've been going through it
(I've been going through)
I should send a postcard
(Postcard) at the old dudes
(At the old dudes) 'Cause I'm so far
(So far) from how y'all move
(From how y'all move)
I'm from where they'll step on your neck
Just to get ahead of you
My head gettin' too big
I can't even fit a schedule
You can live online but that won't save
You when the rent is due
Gave myself a feature 'cause I be
Me 'fore I'm ever you
Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be sneak-diss cussin' the kid
Shit, at least they discussin' the kid
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch
Get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you
Set off my squad
You lucky that you played out seven iPods