Oncue - Give It To You lyrics

I make these little rappers want
To jump off a bridge
Cos they tried to copy my
Hit's but couldn’t do it
Even if I fucked ya mom and still then
Got blown by your sister you wouldn’t do shit
I’m sorry man I’m being too greasy
Said I was gonna blow man no one believed me
Skin too creamy, high off heemin
They thought I wasn’t wasn’t even
Drugs I wasn’t dreaming
I was being real you see back then
Back then when my pops was on the crack binge
Sound so sick oh I need a vaccine
Only vaccine would work ass waxin
Ha, me fucking your wifey
Can’t see the mess cos yup I’m in a white T
You gotta a problem aye dawg? Come fight me
Raise your hand if you feel just like me

If you want me I’m gon’ give it to you
If you need me I’m gon’ give it to you
If you want me I’m gon’ give it to you
To you yeah

Why is everyone always up in my grill
Like hey Geoff man why don’t you gotta deal?
Bro you so ill, bro you so real
When you get on the beat all
You do is spill your heart, your gut
You should stay in school though cos the
Biggest part of this shit is luck
Like what the fuck
Are you in this business? Shut the fuck
Up bitch you gotta be kidding
Don’t you think I know what I’m doing?
Look at me funny and your bitch I be screwing
If not now I will be shortly
Got her number in my phone
And her name Courtney
And she live in the condos
Fuck that man I’d rather it her mom yo
So you know what this time you lucky
I bet you a hundo shawty still fuck me

Hey man do you think your a star kid?
Cos you open up for audience
And your friends hit you on line three
But, you paying for these
Little DJ’s car shit
And they rent you retarded
See the interview yes you brought it
Ya hustle I ain’t tryna hurt it
But let me ask you do you deserve it?
Don’t you see you movin in circles
I ain’t gon’ say that I’m gon’ hurt you
Cos I can’t, I know I can’t
Like you can’t rap and you brought your fans
Know four of em you probably live with em
Listen to me and pick up some wisdom
Congrats local rappers you
The smartest motherfucker
In the state with down syndrome

If you rap in Connecticut and
Think your shit don’t
Stink and your not me this is to you