Hunger (Ft. Lilbludd42)

what kinda hunger you claim? stomach full of dick

lab rat bitch, you was made in a petri dish

known for suckin' off fame, not a single hit

and I aint gotta talk money to expose your tricks

but when the glock spit, bet your whole team dip (facts)

aint gotta aim, this shit spread like a sickness (grr)

these aint words, this a autopsy transcript (yo)

tryna step to the boss? bitch, you lunchmeat

all yap, no teeth, but dead dogs still yelp

caught a stray to the dome, now you beggin' for help

let you rot in the sun while I charge for the pelts

next name on the slab when the coroners dealt

and im the CAUSE, bitch, sit the fuck down

you starvin' for clout like a methhead in a drought

put sick dogs in the ground, let the maggots eat (you see)

bark up my tree? bitch, you pissin' on me? (shut up)

shoulda stayed on the leash

five-year deal and your peak was a feature

name one song, bitch, the silence is lethal

even yo shiz was a hand-me-down beat

every time I drop, niggas starve

did more for you than your whole fuckin' label

shoulda befriended me, now you food on the table

somebody tell em we servin' east

 

Ok I started down the path is narrow trying get money for some weed

that’s what a hood ninja needs so let it be I saw it all OD like ABC shut

your mouth for i do it for you boy I swore at you ima ingore you Lilttle

fag with a gsy flag how sad get mad eat shit fucking her pussy watching

Netflix and chill I murdered Jack and bill and hid there bones in a forest

I wil end this bitch dope FEIN but I got no dope trama

can’t cope dope feind on the grind gotta fight every fucking time