​footwork lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can't stand myself
Rhymes so dope that I stan myself
My footwork got Tarantino hitting my phone
Wild wolf, bite every hand I'm dealt
Better grab that belt, and you better grab that helmet
I'ma go where I wanna go, man I'm selfish
Real sh*t, always gone as fast as I felt, woah
Pelvis thrust through the club, speakin' elvish
That's Rav; ahead of the pack still
Short king, y'all couldn't stand out if you had stilts
That's real, true story, pop an Advil
'Cause the truth do hurt: truth is you lack skill
Why? Y'all playin', man I can't explain
Cut me off, y'all still feel me like phantom pain
Get a grip, get a fancy chain
Maybe candy paint a whip to amass some praise
Still won't ascertain my orangutan flows
Pass me the mic and anything goes

[Refrain]
My circle got the best angles
Feel haters' hands all around my ankles

[Verse 2]
Stick my di*k in the butt of the whole rap game going
"This and a blunt."
When you got brain, why you listen to gut?
Glass half empty 'til I p*ss in your cup
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
Let me talk to you, you motherf*ckers
Poppin' off, I'm number one
In person why you suckers duckin'
Mad cause it's been a couple years
But now the ugly duckling f*ckin' up the game
And I'm not finna f*ckin' stop for nothin'
Uh, skull bashin'
f*ck your drip, my wave is so fashion, yuh
f*ck what you been blasting, yo
I don't wanna play that sh*t, no
Y'all flows low bracket
Y'all sh*t quick to f*ck with this Rav sh*t, bruh
Your words mean jacksh*t, bro
All talk, no action though, uh!