Nems Gahbage
[Intro]
Who the f..ck told you you was nice, homie?
F..ck outta here
[Verse 1]
Ya shit is basura (Trash)
Homie, you got shot, you was never a shooter (Never)
I'm in the mirror, Narcissist Lex Luger
And my ninety-four rugby lookin' like Grand Puba
Wifey like Mary J. with the bucket though (Bucket, though)
I wake up every morning like, "Fuck it, though"
Bitch, you ain't Beyonce
And ya home girls don't really f..ck with you
You out here like Latoya Luckett, ho (Hahaha)
Bum rappers wanna twist up faces
I'll collapse they cheekbone and I'll punch through braces (Bow)
All that lean got you waking up dope sick
Go to rehab, I'll hit ya girl with the dope dick
I'm a G, though
Niggas be frontin', not me though (Uh-uh)
These bars'll knock the confidence outta ya ego (All that)
Won't feature me 'cause they scared of the goon
And when I freestyle it knocks the f..ckin' air out the room
Boom
[Chorus]
Ya SoundCloud is garbage (One follower)
Ya mixtape is garbage (Pass that, lemme break up this weed)
Ya Instagram is garbage (Delete that)
The link in ya bio is garbage (Fuck outta here)
Everybody you rhyme wit is garbage (Garbage)
Nigga, ya whole block is garbage (And pussy)
Nine on me, nigga, give up ya wallet
Ain't no conspiracy against you, all ya shit is just garbage
[Verse 2]
Ya shit is hadaki (Still trash)
Jab, jab, uppercut, quiver ya body (Boom boom bow)
I don't care if you was goin' to see papi
I smack bitch niggas like you out they Isaac Mizrahi (Fuckboy)
The clothes that you wear don't make you nice, bro
Grown-ass man out here lookin' like a dyke ho (Stop it)
(Stop it)
I talk wild shit, but I can fight, though
Six-four, three hundred pounds, it's F..ck Ya Lyfe, whoa
I'll show you how to spaz on a tape
They tried to shoot me with the deuce-deuce, I laughed in they face (Fuck outta here with that little shit)
Rappers out here spittin' hazardous waste
I walk around, gold Cuban with the Lazarus plate, uh
Coney Island, that's the Planet of Apes
Hold ya kid for ransom but they won't do me like Harambe though (Gorilla)
Them Xanny sticks got you lookin' like a zombie, don't remind me, though
I'll smack you sober, word to mami, bro
[Chorus]
Ya DJ is garbage (I threw him off the stage)
Ya management is garbage (And he's bald)
Ya baby moms is garbage (And ya kid's ugly)
The link in ya bio still garbage (Still didn't click on that shit)
The weed that you smokin' is garbage (Reggies)
Ya production is garbage (And you suck)
F..ck you tryna kick knowledge?
I'll smack the shit out you Duke, you garbage