Belated lyrics
by MISOGI
[Intro: Danny Seth]
I'm sorry for the way sh*t's been kinda f*cked up recently
That don't mean sh*t, the British are still coming, you feel me?
Perception season, yeah, uh
Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
The British are coming
[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
All these cosigns and you still ain't popped (Ha ha ha)
Even blow drying won't make your sh*t hot
I'm the game's hidden secret, broke the lock
Now I'm out for the spot (Ah)
Triangle tat, I should sign to the [Beep]
Oops, sh*t, I said a lot
Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot
But when my words are not a loaded Glock (Grr)
Dislocated shoulder how I'm 'bout to pop (Pop)
And I ain't Elvis, boy but man, I f*cking rock (Hah)
Talking about this rap sh*t, I got it tied up like a knot
It's a lot, and my city keep on checking on me like a watch
But f*ck it man, they see me 'round here
And I know they see me buzzin' like I'm f*ckin' Lightyear
Talking about me, man it's quite clear
I've been running though these rappers
Like some f*cking stray deer, uh
[Hook: MD$]
When I'm spinning, I hope you find me, find me (Find me)
'Cause if you find me, you know I'll be alright, right, right
And if you catch me and you dare try me, try me (Try me)
I'll hit it and it won't be your night, night, night
My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut
They gon' hear me
Mud in my cup, if the convo ain't mula
You cannot get near me
Heard about me, there's a reason
b*tches talk, there's a reason
Yung cavalli season, season
Yung cavalli season
[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
f*ck a cosign, boy, I'm still gon' pop (f*ck)
Like a shaken soda, boy, I'll go pop
Never touched the baking soda but I'm 'bout to be the [Beep]
Everybody want to grab me like a crotch
And I ain't even dropped my hot sh*t (Nah)
This the one to make you put me on the "one's to watch" list
A banger for the f*cking lost kids
Who never knew what real music sounded like
Until Perception dropped
It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got p*ssed
Made a couple bangers in my living room
Forgot about them, like a homo
Now they coming out the closet
f*ck you talking about if it ain't this? (This)
Man, I'm too cold like my wrists (Wrists)
Asking rapper to retire, man, I be the pitch
When you asking who is coming, man, it be the Brits
The British are coming