Bury The Hatchet lyrics

[Intro]
Yo b*tch, Yung Dab is a hoe
And he be wearing girl clothes
Yung dab be wack as f*ck
And his raps f*cking suck

[Verse]
Yo who needs rap beef? f*ck that sh*t
We can be friends, let's bury the hatchet
Ha ha, get it? You got no street credit
You got ten ghost writers on text edit
You a pus*y ass b*tch, Yung Dab, but I like you
Remember that time, that I said that I liked you? Syke
I'm gonna steal your bike, syke
I don't care about your bike, syke
I'm gonna steal it anyway
Sippin' Henny all day, Henny all day
I be getting that good puss, that's a nice kitty
You should move to Vice City, Los Santos too gritty

I be in the hood, posted up on Grove Street
You're scared to come here at 10am for groceries
Listen, to me closely (listen)
You're over estimating your rap skills, grossly
I ain't sure if you love me, or if you loathe me
But Imma let you suck this whole di*k, for free
And Prune gang? More like gonna die soon gang
"Oh, it's a baby elephant!" No, that's Gladus' poon-tang
f*ck you Yung dab, you wanna be bad
What are you, an MJ fan? That's sad
Have you even seen Leaving Neverland?
sh*t, I be high as a kite out in the Netherlands
You think you can rap? It's time to find a better plan
You should be a bus boy or maybe a waiter
Or anything that's not too hard for a fifth grader, laters

[Outro]
Yo wassup, it's your boy Lil Erf
AKA Globey, AKA David Trappenburough
Yo sh*t got real, I rob and steal
f*ck Yung Dab, f*ck Prune gang
It's Chang Gang, bang bang
Yo we high like hella choppas
Smoking weed that's hella proper
I be spitting more words than a teleprompter
Your b*tch suck my di*k when she walk in the room
I don't even have to prompt her
Aye wassup, Erf