Bitchboy (ESPN)

I'm back on my high horse I've been in the mud In the blue collar district with white collar drugs You can't touch me you best come for the others Made somewhere above you, a cut of the upper Hungry for prowess I won't touch my supper Til I'm eating wings with that bald motherfucker Somethin special, I'm the next edition Look like Jack Harlow with a meth addiction I'm primo, baby, the best in the business If you in my way then you in a collision I stay on my bullshit but I'm actin lazy I know all them bitches they wanting to hate me I'm smooth and slidin babe I'm Patrick Swayze Breakfast with Kanye, f*ck dinner with Jay-Z I leave the house wearing shorts I don't dress up Next next next one in the line to be next up You like a glowstick little bitch crack your neck up Go to the doctor to get you a check up I'm staring fires, this far from a smoke attack Throwback to BrainRot, we smokin on smokey's pack Stand up to me I leave you with a broken back Hop on a song drop your name in the vocal track Come for your neck if you speak on my name No you can't stop me like an online game F*ck a roach, you get sprayed with some raid F*ck a lighter you get hit with a flame F*ck one foot in the ground you got two in the grave That's what you get if you fuckin with Chade "Josh! Where's the bass?" "Josh!" "He's in the back here" "Where's the bass?" Stop talking little bitch I don't feel you F*ck that- bitch I see the real you Rugrat- you a kid imma kill you Spinnin around like a screw, imma drill you Imma buck back, bitch I don't play tricks, Run a couple laps round your corpse that's a day trip Tryna step up in my place is a great risk Imma put you flat to the earth like they lay bricks Bitch boy bouta put my vans through your solar plexus Imma sign my name on your forehead so they give me credit Imma call your voicemail box and leave a scary message Leave my name and number at the end so they know who said it Can't touch me, I'm better than you ever knew Couldn't measure up to my mark if you ever grew Put you down into the fuckin ground, it's my pleasure to Just to see if you could sprout and grow into a better you You a bitch boy, Imma put yo ass down You can't fuckin run from my wrath, you get tracked down Imma put your face in the mat like it's smack down Then I'll put your mother fuckin soul in the background, yeah