twikipedia, pitfall - bronze lyrics
[twikipedia, pitfall - bronze lyrics]
If this music shit don't work
Expect me working at McDonald's
Acting like you know shit, you a clown
You really Ronald
Got him on my hit list, so I kill him
That shit pronto
Saying you aon first place, but
You really fuckin' bronze, bro
Are you talking 'bout yourself?
I guarantee you, we don't care
Bitch, I'm wearing unreleased
That shit is very fucking rare
Got a check and then I spent it
Made that shit go disappear
Shut the fuck up, ain't nobody tryna hear it
Take the mask off
I wanna see you what you really like
Looking at the scene
And you say you was finna fist fight
I came with the paintball gun
I'm lookin' like I'm fuckin' miked
Rapping ain't for everybody
Let go of the fuckin' mic
He was talking shit
We finna knock out his braces
Counting only blue, not green
So you can say I'm racist
I came with the gang, genocide
We ending races and I be staying lowkey
Even if I'm fuckin' famous
I don't need no complications
We finna leave your ass nameless
Stick your face up on the pavement
Why are you always complaining?
If you wanna talk shit
Talk your shit to fucking Pitfall
He he he he said he gon' make it
Then I typed 'lol'
Told me to take off the autotune
I told him "Piss off"
We know you just really is
Irrelevant so hop off
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Pay me (Fuck you)
Yeah, you love to talk your shit
But how can you still claim it
Kick shit with you everyday
Now you wanna betray me
Ditch him and your whole career
You better come repay me (Shut the fuck up)
I'mma need it in advanced
Money in the envelope or I'mma pop your mans
How you talk your shit and wearing vans
Shootin' bullets at your legs
Watch you do your little dance
(Sector clear)
No, really, I don't fucking know you
Kickin' shit, i'm with your bitch but she
Say she don't know you
I been shooting hollow points
I'll trust they're gonna go through
On the count of ten, you better run
Know I will hunt you
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Expect me working at McDonald's
Acting like you know shit, you a clown
You really Ronald
Got him on my hit list, so I kill him
That shit pronto
Saying you aon first place, but
You really fuckin' bronze, bro
Are you talking 'bout yourself?
I guarantee you, we don't care
Bitch, I'm wearing unreleased
That shit is very fucking rare
Got a check and then I spent it
Made that shit go disappear
Shut the fuck up, ain't nobody tryna hear it
Take the mask off
I wanna see you what you really like
Looking at the scene
And you say you was finna fist fight
I came with the paintball gun
I'm lookin' like I'm fuckin' miked
Rapping ain't for everybody
Let go of the fuckin' mic
He was talking shit
We finna knock out his braces
Counting only blue, not green
So you can say I'm racist
I came with the gang, genocide
We ending races and I be staying lowkey
Even if I'm fuckin' famous
I don't need no complications
We finna leave your ass nameless
Stick your face up on the pavement
Why are you always complaining?
If you wanna talk shit
Talk your shit to fucking Pitfall
He he he he said he gon' make it
Then I typed 'lol'
Told me to take off the autotune
I told him "Piss off"
We know you just really is
Irrelevant so hop off
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Pay me (Fuck you)
Yeah, you love to talk your shit
But how can you still claim it
Kick shit with you everyday
Now you wanna betray me
Ditch him and your whole career
You better come repay me (Shut the fuck up)
I'mma need it in advanced
Money in the envelope or I'mma pop your mans
How you talk your shit and wearing vans
Shootin' bullets at your legs
Watch you do your little dance
(Sector clear)
No, really, I don't fucking know you
Kickin' shit, i'm with your bitch but she
Say she don't know you
I been shooting hollow points
I'll trust they're gonna go through
On the count of ten, you better run
Know I will hunt you
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
I just really need some fucking peace