I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not a damn thing you know that I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not a damn thing yeah know that I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not a damn thing you know that I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not shit, not shit You pull up beep beep On the scene You're the new king Already talkin big tings, it's amusing You better fall back in line little boo-thing Sit your busted crusted dusted ass On your porch swing Sit your busted crusted dusted ass On your porch swing Sit your busted crusted dusted ass On your porch swing Go ahead- Talk in your group chat bout me Lemme spell it out for you, K N O T Z Ima boss, top 10 champion, Olympian ring Just know that I ain't got shit for you No, not a damn thing - yeah know that You know that You make a peep peep little bird No one hears you sing You're lurkin on my profile, that's why you're In the wings You wanna come for my spot, well step into the ring Or jet until you get a little credit and then take your swing Or jet until you get a little credit and then take your swing Or jet until you get a little credit and then take your swing Now what - this song is done don't you see? I wrote a couple verses for you, well- Mostly for me That's your best? Not impressed show me what else can you bring Until then I ain't got shit for you No, not a damn thing- you know that You know that

You can roll me round your finger You can roll me if I'm blind You can roll me tally ho ho I'm the easy rollin' kind But don't think I'm facin' down hill 'Cause soon you'll see You'll lose your grip and slip 'Cause you ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Why don't you let me be 'Cause you ain't got a hold on me You can take me to your bedroom You can take me to your heart You can take me to a climax I won't fall apart But don't count on me givin' it All back to you Just because I'm hooked on livin' Doesn't mean I'm hooked on you You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Why don't you let me be, no no You ain't got a hold on me Oh let me be You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Why don't you just let me be 'Cause you ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me You ain't got a hold on me Hey you ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me Ain't got a hold on me

Van Gogh, în orice post impresii Harfe de boss, sos de MC Van Gogh, când m-apucă strechea Decât să v-ascult îmi tai urechea Van Gogh, în orice post impresii Harfe de boss, sos de MC Van Gogh, când m-apucă strechea... Flexez pe vers că asta-i zeama lui, în rap de când e el, de la mama lui Când urmezi intens interesul pui preț pe ce ai și pe ce-ți propui Ai plecat cu nimic, îi arăți oricui cum te vezi tu miezu' universului Fiecare-și alină durerea lui. Ăștia bagă lean cum băgam eu cui E același film, alt cinema, e ca un remake cu altcineva E aceeași carte, alt paragraf, mai bine o ștergi până se pune praf Mă știi din control ca pe ANAF, mă știi din control ca pe hipsteri! Atent la detalii și la craft, făcute în timp să reziste Vreau dumele mele sculptate ca-n Roma, cu numele mele pe soclu la MOMA Sumele mari pe cecuri acuma și să curgă tagu' ca-n Lisabona Încă-s spirt ca Mona când scriu, dacă simt că n-o să mai fiu Mă bag singur, boss, în sicriu, ca vampirii noaptea târziu Van Gogh, în orice post impresii Harfe de boss, sos de MC Van Gogh, când m-apucă strechea Decât să v-ascult îmi tai urechea Van Gogh, în orice post impresii Harfe de boss, sos de MC Van Gogh, când m-apucă strechea Decât să v-ascult îmi tai urechea Van Gogh... Intru pe beat ca-n bancă cu bombe la brâu. Iau banii, vreau barcă la râu Nu-s bolnav cu bolizi cu cai mulți, că mă îmbăt rău și nu-i țin în frâu Dar dă-mi în pana mea și-o Panamera, deși panaramele o sug și-n Logan C-am în plan să-mi iau casă cu pomi la piscină, cu panoramă prin termopan Yeah! Cine zice că nu vrea o viață mai bună, ăla clar te minte Stai departe, îs doar cuvinte, totul se vinde Instincte primare primează, boss! Suntem doar maimuțe îmbrăcate frumos Am porc, n-am Gucci, tot laud papucii, îi port și cu blugii... Porc Știi! Jocul nu-i fair ca Luci, dar nu poți să negi ca verucii Oricât ai sta-n lei ca Tucci, nu dă nimeni un ban pe săraci ca haiducii Că-i concurs de flex pe Instagram, doar n-oi sta bălan Că-s lit pe beat, zeamă la kilogram. Hasta la vista, man! Van Gogh, în orice post impresii Harfe de boss, sos de MC Van Gogh, când m-apucă strechea Decât să v-ascult îmi tai urechea Van Gogh, în orice post impresii Harfe de boss, sos de MC Van Gogh, când m-apucă strechea Decât să v-ascult îmi tai urechea Van Gogh...

This a $crim beat DJ $crim with that 808 $ui-sui-cide $uicide $ui-sui-cide $ui-sui-cide $uicide $uicide $ui-sui-cide $uicide $ui-sui-cide $ui-sui-cide $uicide $uicide They figure me a dead motherfucker Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers But I wonder if they know I got a $uicide kit Granting me a death wish Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head Pouring Cristal on my dead body Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy Or Ruby da Cherry No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry Take a little sip Poisoning the pit Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip Calling on Shenron Grant me a wish I wish that you could enter the dragon The chambers of the triple six So I can stop the bragging That will never happen I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists Wave a blood stain white flag Dragging my body into the mist Take your best shot Aim it, cock it Know you're going to miss Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list $uicideboy bitch Fuck her one time and I pull out Cock it one time this a shootout Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture? Motherfuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap Cuz I kill for the fun Pop a pill with a nun Bitch I dance on the sun Go and take a little bump Fuck a chump with a pump I made you, so how you going to break me? But, I guess the spotlight breeds envy But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose Hit the snooze Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool Buried in the backyard with an underground pool $uicideboy$, go and kill yourself Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches Ahhhhh Sui-sui-cide Suicide Sui-sui-cide Sui-sui-cide Suicide Suicide Sui-sui-cide Suicide Sui-sui-cide Sui-sui-cide Suicide Suicide