twikipedia, Pitfall — bronze
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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
