STYLIN ON EM lyrics

[Intro]
Plug
Based Negative Squad, [?] music

[Chorus]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha
Y'all n*ggas so broke, y’all n*ggas can't touch me
Y'all n*ggas so broke, y’all n*ggas can't touch me (Y'all n*ggas, yeah)
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha (Ha)
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha (Ha, ha)
Y'all n*ggas so broke, y'all n*ggas can't touch me (Y'all n*ggas so broke)
Y'all n*ggas so broke, y’all n*ggas can’t touch me

[Verse]
Why you mad? Why you mad? pus*y-n*gga, why you mad?
Is it 'cause my pockets fat and your pockets lookin’ bad?
Everyday I'm gettin' money, everyday I'm poppin’ tags
Everyday I'm drinkin' Henny', everyday I get a bag
Opps always talkin' bout music they gonna drop, where's the link at? I wanna click it
I'ma make a fall-off museum and put your ass behind the glass as the main exhibit
n*gga blocked me on X, Elon got rid of that sh*t, I can still see all your tweets
Opps wanna be Playboi Carti so bad that they archive they wholе I.G
When they streams go down, thеy rap like Yeat
Goofy ass skinny n*gga with clown feet
They sayin' I can barely stay on the beat, well, sh*t, at least I don't sound like Yeat
I make at least three thousand a week
I got different drugs for when I wanna sleep
I'm flyin' on jets around the world
She pays your rent so you can't leave your girl
You's a hatin'-ass n*gga, why you always stealin' swag?
Makin' songs about designer clothes you never even had
LARPin' as a drug addict, you've never took a Xan'
Hope your b*tch will stick it out with you when you live in a van
Everytime you drop a song, your fans wishin' that you ain't drop
If it was up to me, I would've bet every single dollar I had on BRUHMANEGOD
n*ggas think they can start talkin' 'bout you just 'cause you and them made a couple songs
Everytime I play your music, b*tches start lookin' at me like, "Why you put this on?"
I'll punch your chest and make your shoulders clap
You skinnier than n*ggas that smoke crack
You could use an onion ring as a Hula Hoop
I can see the bones in your chest pokin' through
Slow down, wigga, we will hurt you
You was twenty-years-old and you had a curfew
You never struggled, you grew up inside a mansion
Nothin' wrong with that, but, why the f*ck you rappin'?
You rappin' on Wakeupf1lthy type beats
You the musical version of a hype-beast
You got cut off by the n*gga that put you on
Your fans skip ninety percent of your songs
You lucky you went on a shopping spree at Spencer's, how you rappin' 'bout wearin' Rick Owens?
I ain't ever seen you once wearin' Rick, and your rent always late, you be owin'
n*gga got online tryna bully people and lost all his fans in one day
I would never say some dumb hateful sh*t like that 'cause that's not the type of sh*t I say
You ain't drop no good music in so long, n*gga, you should just go and get a McDonald's chain
I'm leavin' you broke-ass n*ggas in the past, my new fans don't even know your name
Awh
[Chorus]
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha
Y'all n*ggas can't touch me, y'all n*ggas so musty
Y'all n*ggas can't, yeah, y'all n*ggas can't touch me (Damn, damn)
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha (Ha, ha, ha)
Y'all n*ggas so musty, y'all n*ggas so dusty (Yeah)
Y'all n*ggas can't touch me, y'all n*ggas can't touch me

[Outro]
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