Dork lyrics

[Hook]
I got a fork you know I eat with that b*tch
That n*gga a dork you know that I beat up that b*tch
I’m getting cold my fan be spinning and sh*t
Nobody like me cause I’m winning and sh*t
All this rapping got me spitting and sh*t
When I’m on the mic you know I get lit
I’m only 15 but I’ll still f*ck ya b*tch
f*ck ya b*tch and throw her in a ditch

[Refrain]
n*ggas switch up but can’t make 10 bands
I’m working so hard Like I got 10 hands
I’m not a dealer but I got them grams
I’m not in LA but I f*ck with the Rams
Couldn’t drip like me if he out the pool
I don’t even know the n*ggas at my school
Break a n*gga like a Kit Kat, break a rule
I’m standing at the top I think I’m on a stool

[Verse 1]
He wearing red
He wearing blue
I’m wearing white we the Detroit Pistons
I do not f*ck with these goofy ass, broke ass, n*ggas man, I don’t need no assistance
I’m in Milwaukee I stay with my bucks
My shooters they only shooting through the trucks
I feel like Clyde Drexler cause I be blazing
I’m making bands man I feel amazing
Eat a opp with the chop like Chinese food
Kick her out the door she calling me rude
These n*ggas and b*tches can’t f*ck with my mood, grill a n*gga with the choppa get barbecued
I carry these n*ggas but ain’t got a lunchbox
I’m juking these n*ggas but don’t got a jukebox
I’m sending shots but not through the mailbox
n*gga very stinky just like a shoebox
Hate on my page but lil n*gga you starving
Too many hoes like I’m in the garden
Step back and shoot like my name is James Harden
Am I being rude? Excuse me, pardon
The crime scene was bloody
The crime scene was crippy
Scam n*ggas all day but this sh*t kinda risky
Took me 6 days to make 60 racks
I’m not Santa Claus but I got them sacks
[Hook]
I got a fork you know I eat with that b*tch That n*gga a dork you know that I beat up that b*tch
I’m getting cold my fan be spinning and sh*t
Nobody like me cause I’m winning and sh*t
All this rapping got me spitting and sh*t
When I’m on the mic you know I get lit
I’m only 15 but I’ll still f*ck ya b*tch
f*ck ya b*tch and throw her in a ditch

[Verse 2]
Swiping my card like my name swiper
Now I’m Climbing a cliff like my name Clifford
You know I’m the sh*t so I wear a diaper
I knock off a cracker for calling me n*gga
Don’t pull out the choppa I pull out the sniper
Bands got big and they stay getting bigger
This choppa will bite a n*gga like a viper
Don’t diss on the net don’t beef on Twitter

[Hook]
I got a fork you know I eat with that b*tch That n*gga a dork you know that I beat up that b*tch
I’m getting cold my fan be spinning and sh*t
Nobody like me cause I’m winning and sh*t
All this rapping got me spitting and sh*t
When I’m on the mic you know I get lit
I’m only 15 but I’ll still f*ck ya b*tch
f*ck ya b*tch and throw her in a ditch
[Refrain]
n*ggas switch up but can’t make 10 bands
I’m working so hard Like I got 10 hands
I’m not a dealer but I got them grams
I’m not in LA but I f*ck with the Rams
Couldn’t drip like me if he out the pool
I don’t even know the n*ggas at my school
Break a n*gga like a Kit Kat, break a rule
I'm standing at the top I think I’m on a stool