Superficial lyrics

[Chorus]
(Wait, wait, wait) Superficial motherf*ckers always talkin' 'bout the sh*t
I swear to God, when these dumb motherf*ckers always posted
In the studio, I do this sh*t at home
Instead of crossing on your block, I had to get it on my own (Own)
Why the f*ck these motherf*ckers messin' with the S.A.D?
Loadin' up the Glock, I'll put a bullet where your head will be
Shock a pus*y motherf*cker, God, I hope you rest in peace
There's no skin on my blood, a motherf*cker, you was dead to me

[Verse]
I'll trade for his man, I pop the top up off his hеad, just like damn
I keep a stick and clip that b*tch, I mean it look like a couplе rounds
I'm up on your block, I spray that sh*t until my finger hurts
Take the f*cker's shovel, I'm putting the motherf*ckers in the dirt
Motherf*cker, you're so pathetic, I keep on climbing energetic
Talking on the net, what you talking 'bout? I can't connect it
Make his stomach f*cking hurt, 'cause I'm so really f*cking wretched
I'm the reaper on your block 'til you focus and can connect it (Wait, wait)

[Bridge]
Now I'm blowing up, b*tch, I feel like a semtex
I'ma put it up, b*tch, you feel like a bench press
I'm going up, why you b*tch be hatin' upset?
She stayin' up, 'cause the b*tch just want butt-sex
I-I don't want a b*tch, she don't a check
You motherf*ckers on the dump, then I cut your neck
And if you running up on me, you better come correct
'Cause if I take a f*ckin' shot, she would love to check
[Chorus]
(Wait, wait, wait) Superficial motherf*ckers always talkin' 'bout the sh*t
I swear to God, when these dumb motherf*ckers always posted
In the studio, I do this sh*t at home
Instead of crossing on your block, I had to get it on my own (Own)
Why the f*ck these motherf*ckers messin' with the S.A.D?
Loadin' up the Glock, I'll put a bullet where your head will be
Shock a pus*y motherf*cker, God, I hope you rest in peace
There's no skin on my blood, a motherf*cker, you was dead to me