Belated lyrics

[Intro: Danny Seth]
I'm sorry for the way sh*t's been kinda f*cked up recently
[?] New sh*t, the British are still coming, you feel me
Perception season, yeah, uh
(Killing it, killing it, The British are Coming)

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
All these cosigns and you still ain't popped
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
Triangle tatt, I should sign to the (beep)
Whoops, 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
Dislocated shoulder is how I'm about to pop
And I ain't Elvis, boy but man, I f*cking rock
Talking about this rap sh*t, I got it tied up like a knot
Its a lot, and my city keep checking on me like a watch
But f*ck it man, they see me round here
And I know they see me buzzing like I'm Lightyear
Talking about me, man it's quite clear
I've been running though these rappers like some f*cking stray deer

[Hook: MD$]
When I'm spinning I hope you find me
Cause if you find me you know I’ll be alright
And if you catch me and you dare try me
I’ll hit a (censor) and it won't be your 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, yung cavalli season
[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
f*ck a cosign, boy, I'm still gon' pop
Like a shaken soda, boy, I'm gon' 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
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?
Man I'm too cold like my 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)