[Verse 1: GAWNE] Lately, I've been causing drama I'mma ruin your life, I'm karma Fuck your bitch without a condom, now you call her baby mama Now I'm a very proud father Met a shawty in Boston Said her name is Osama, head she gave me was bombin' I'm not talking marathoning I'm just talking Bin Laden I don't think with my noggin (Boucher) I've been rapping like Bobby Momo-momo-momo Everything I do is for mama Everything you do is retarded Every verse I lay is a W, Lupe Everything you say is goose eggs It's because all of your shit is garbage Like it was written for Blueface You got some generic content All they ever do chase is commerce All I ever chase is Heaven's gates I'm tryna be the greatest if I'm ever being honest Life is a race in a two-lane But not a school in New Orleans I'm up at 2:00 in the morning Put in the work until I'm yawning Competition, they be snoring Sleeping on me like a Pokeball, unleashing Snorlax My flow is very nice; my name a Borat I was a doormat We were stuck whipping in Fords and exploring, tourist But I'm not Dora Used to deliver them pizzas God man, that shit was so boring Nothing that I could afford then I was still itching for more Put my pen to the pad until it made me a quarter Millie no Bobbie off touring Now I drive around in foreigns (Hmm) Shit was imported from Florence Five-hundred horses peeling off after every corner Quarantining in a DeLorean It's got a peel to the cornea (Corner) Says that I'm fixing to visit the Morgue 'cause I'm living for the reckless euphoria I'm popping pills with my bitch named Victoria Thirty-seven floors walled off a story 'Lorida Yeah
[Chorus: GAWNE] Lately, I've been causing drama Ruin your life like I'm karma (Brr) I give a fuck about commerce Rather they'd pay me in homage Middle finger to the label They tryna keep me in bondage (Ah) But I'm not a slave to your product Look at you made me a monster
[Verse 2: Moxas] Yeah Look at you made me a monster I might dip out with your momma (ayy, yeah) Hop on some shit and I just get to spittin' like I was a llama (ayy, wait) Tell me she love me, she love me, I told her I don't want no drama (ayy, wait) Homie was sentenced We split that shit up like a motherfucking comma (ayy, yeah) And now I'm out here running up a check I might kill a bitch like I was working at a vet Everybody talking but they talking on the net And if I go to take a shot you better know I'm getting that No cap and they flow lacking too easy (yuh) Please nigga no traction, won't beat me (huh?) That'd be what I do for the bag Only tell the fucking truth of my rap You should be moving it back 'Cause if I move I'm about to move to attack you Move the smoothie better Google my passion It's really brutal than that Won't stop when I (what?) Go pop and if (yeah) I go and travel through dimensions Imma do it with swag Got your bitch and I'm pushing you from the back I'm kinda rude, you assuming the fact I be cooling with the crew and if you stupid Get to spewing shit Then you are just a fruity kid and get to true to doing all that shit you do when you are dead (prrrr) Yeah That's 6K (yeah) I've been in the field like six days (uh huh) Yo new shit got six plays (ay, what) No devil shit man I'm just saying (uh uh) I begin to crib and I'm just praying (huh) Say you're better than me, hope you just playing (nah) Automatic with it man, I'm just spraying (ay) In my bedroom with your bitch laying Bitch aiming
[Chorus: GAWNE] Lately, I've been causing drama Ruin your life like I'm karma (Brr) I give a fuck about commerce Rather they'd pay me in homage Middle finger to the label They tryna keep me in bondage (Ah) But I'm not a slave to your product Look at you made me a monster
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