Nike Airs lyrics

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I ain't on no ding dong snap sh*t
I'm on some ding dongs get they backs split with an axe b*tch
On DatPiff tryna spit they game
I put that sh*t thats so witty it'll melt they brain
I'm untamed and I'm elevated with drugs like a pharmacist and who you know spit rawer than this (huh)
Plus you ain't ballin b*tch the only ballin you do is when I made decide that it's time to call it quits
Set the mic down motherf*cka (right now)
And if you don't it's gonna escalate into a fight now
My mistake ain't no time to waste
Go home and put your pad and helmet on emcee vagina face
Cross what I say, wake up with a horse head and my album stay slept on more than a whore's bed
Worse than a crooked fеd and a crooked priest put togethеr
I spit cold in comparison to your hoodie weather

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Yo, Volunteerz got heat to plow cousin
Dylan Ross down to start beef like cow's f*cking
I'ma smart ass cause I got a wise crack that'll put you on game like a butterfly pad
I'ma scutter by fast I'm a gutter fly cat on acid
So I might give you a butterfly gash
To your money maker then taking your loot and dipping
And your label prominently gay like dudes in prison
Who be sh*ttin' on em? Nobody I'm at the top so everybody gets a little piece of it when my sh*t drops
My sh*ts poppin' off like pill bottle caps
I don't care if he's signed or how hot he raps
Player, you can play with my di*k
Tryna sell me a verse but I'm not paying for sh*t
I'm Dylan Ross b*tch go figure, got three words for whack crews (f*ck them n*ggas)