Lyrics to Lash Out
Mhm, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', huh?
Mhm, man, you talk a lot of shit
It seems there's a cycle that everybody likes to repeat
Throw some shots at rappers that are bigger than them
Hopin' someone bites and wants to eat
Get a reactor to gas you up and act like what you rap is so sweet
But you know I'm a vet to this shit, and I been through it all, I can see when a bitch isn't heat
And if I responded to every single shot I got, you know that I could sit here and feast
Though, most of the time, my lowest viewed shit is over five hundred times their peak
I could turn that king to a queen rеal quick, but I don't though
I'll sit back and let y'all watch your show
But just know, the aim that I got is a boatload
You don't wanna be in thе way when I load
I'm goin' down Schitt's Creek, bitch, don't roll slow
I'll be on the bank side, waitin' to approach
Hunt you down like I don't try to rip to a solo
Stackin' up candy ass rappers like Rolos
Oh no, Crypt got this, click, click, click, click, oh shit, it's time to reload
The clip's still empty from the last dumb bitch, who thought they didn't see what they said on Lotto?
You know what'll happen, right? You'll get a buzz for a couple of weeks
Think you got a ton of fans, but really you just got enemies and me
In the second you decide to hop off my dick, those fans of yours are gonna leave And all those fans of mine are gonna make it really fuckin' hard for you to succeed
So take heed, see this warning, I give you a promise, it's good for the craft
Diss tracks are fast views, but fast views don't last
If you wanna make it in this game, don't nobody give a fuck about the best rapper
They give a fuck about the best music, you should concentrate on that fact
Because I'm back now, I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down, I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down, oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches faker than mascara
So it's time for me to lash out
Back to this shit like a fat kid reachin' down deep in the bottom of a chip bag
Funny how the friends that I lost over dumb shit had to turn 'em fat like slim fast
Turned a couple deals down, I ain't never really been a big fan of that quick cash
Quick cash goes quick fast, remember that, and labels suck, fuck them hags
I dip my toes into the waters of this music business
Just careful not to dive in head first, 'cause they all suspicious
Like, "Look, Crypt, all this money could be yours, let's do business"
Showin' their doors of fans, lookin' at me like I'm delicious
Bitch, I'm me, you think I give a fuck what labels see?
"Don't fumble the bag"? Bitch, the bag is fumbling me
Gotta bring more to the table if you wanna sign the C-R-Y-P-T, why the fuck would I need your green
When I got six figures of G's by my name on a banknote?
Labels nowadays are only as good as a bank loan
Fake hoes, claimin' they can elevate your place
But they just takin' royal cheese, sippin' that drink that you made for 'em
Sayin' I can't curse when I try to write my songs
Well, fuck you, and every ounce of bullshit that you on
There's a reason you came to me, I don't need none of this shit
I'd go back to a nine to five 'fore I ever work with you again
Because I'm back now, I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down, I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down, oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches faker than mascara
So it's time for me to lash out, I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down, I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down, oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches faker than mascara
So it's time for me to lash out
Mhm, man, you talk a lot of shit
It seems there's a cycle that everybody likes to repeat
Throw some shots at rappers that are bigger than them
Hopin' someone bites and wants to eat
Get a reactor to gas you up and act like what you rap is so sweet
But you know I'm a vet to this shit, and I been through it all, I can see when a bitch isn't heat
And if I responded to every single shot I got, you know that I could sit here and feast
Though, most of the time, my lowest viewed shit is over five hundred times their peak
I could turn that king to a queen rеal quick, but I don't though
I'll sit back and let y'all watch your show
But just know, the aim that I got is a boatload
You don't wanna be in thе way when I load
I'm goin' down Schitt's Creek, bitch, don't roll slow
I'll be on the bank side, waitin' to approach
Hunt you down like I don't try to rip to a solo
Stackin' up candy ass rappers like Rolos
Oh no, Crypt got this, click, click, click, click, oh shit, it's time to reload
The clip's still empty from the last dumb bitch, who thought they didn't see what they said on Lotto?
You know what'll happen, right? You'll get a buzz for a couple of weeks
Think you got a ton of fans, but really you just got enemies and me
In the second you decide to hop off my dick, those fans of yours are gonna leave And all those fans of mine are gonna make it really fuckin' hard for you to succeed
So take heed, see this warning, I give you a promise, it's good for the craft
Diss tracks are fast views, but fast views don't last
If you wanna make it in this game, don't nobody give a fuck about the best rapper
They give a fuck about the best music, you should concentrate on that fact
Because I'm back now, I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down, I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down, oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches faker than mascara
So it's time for me to lash out
Back to this shit like a fat kid reachin' down deep in the bottom of a chip bag
Funny how the friends that I lost over dumb shit had to turn 'em fat like slim fast
Turned a couple deals down, I ain't never really been a big fan of that quick cash
Quick cash goes quick fast, remember that, and labels suck, fuck them hags
I dip my toes into the waters of this music business
Just careful not to dive in head first, 'cause they all suspicious
Like, "Look, Crypt, all this money could be yours, let's do business"
Showin' their doors of fans, lookin' at me like I'm delicious
Bitch, I'm me, you think I give a fuck what labels see?
"Don't fumble the bag"? Bitch, the bag is fumbling me
Gotta bring more to the table if you wanna sign the C-R-Y-P-T, why the fuck would I need your green
When I got six figures of G's by my name on a banknote?
Labels nowadays are only as good as a bank loan
Fake hoes, claimin' they can elevate your place
But they just takin' royal cheese, sippin' that drink that you made for 'em
Sayin' I can't curse when I try to write my songs
Well, fuck you, and every ounce of bullshit that you on
There's a reason you came to me, I don't need none of this shit
I'd go back to a nine to five 'fore I ever work with you again
Because I'm back now, I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down, I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down, oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches faker than mascara
So it's time for me to lash out, I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down, I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down, oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches faker than mascara
So it's time for me to lash out
