CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : SNAKE EYES (GODZILLA REMIX)
Ugh, you’re a monster
Whispers
Hear it in my ears, all these b*t*hes do is whisper
The crowd they clap and cheer, but all b*t*hes do is whisper
Try to break me down but all I do is prosper
I’m a rap king and I won’t foster
Stop playing, you not on the roster
Making that b*t*h with the fat ass clap
Louder than your voice, can’t hear you, my sh*t slaps
Y’all in your Timbs shooting snake eyed craps
I hope you aren’t scared, so stay prepared
‘Cause these b*t*hes only know Slander (slander)
Not even my most famous song, huh?
Hoes say they wanna go long, huh
Then they get the touchdown, like, dip (what’s wrong?)
b*t*hes act salty like chip (uh huh)
Need a ride or die like cruise ship (uh huh!)
Yeah, I’m finna smoke a rapper on his own song
Like what Dominic Fike did to Halsey (to whom?)
I keep on with talkin’ the talk but ain’t walkin’ the walk
Other rappers callin’ me too ballsy
b*t*hes ask “what is your problem?” (my bad)
As if you’re entitled to know (ha ha!)
But if you insist, then the government Everett Ross comin’ for me and Cargo (okay)
Yet I get all the D’s as in dollars (nuh-uh)
And the C’s but ain’t talkin’ no coins (uh-uh)
I don’t need no dating app, all I do is walk up and yo’ b*t*h I f**kin’ purloin
Every word I say prestige, like soigne
Motherf**ker think he funny, Tenderloins
Damn, chill out, go thaw yo’ self
I’m watchin’ your moves like the Elf on the Shelf, I got it
Whispers
Hear it in my ears, all these b*t*hes do is whisper
The crowd they clap and cheer, but all b*t*hes do is whisper
Try to break me down but all I do is prosper
I’m a rap king and I won’t foster
Stop playing, you not on the roster
Making that b*t*h with the fat ass clap
Louder than your voice, can’t hear you, my sh*t slaps
Y’all in your Timbs shooting snake eyed craps
I hope you aren’t scared, so stay prepared
‘Cause these b*t*hes only know Slander (slander)
Not even my most famous song, huh?
Hoes say they wanna go long, huh
Then they get the touchdown, like, dip (what’s wrong?)
b*t*hes act salty like chip (uh huh)
Need a ride or die like cruise ship (uh huh!)
Yeah, I’m finna smoke a rapper on his own song
Like what Dominic Fike did to Halsey (to whom?)
I keep on with talkin’ the talk but ain’t walkin’ the walk
Other rappers callin’ me too ballsy
b*t*hes ask “what is your problem?” (my bad)
As if you’re entitled to know (ha ha!)
But if you insist, then the government Everett Ross comin’ for me and Cargo (okay)
Yet I get all the D’s as in dollars (nuh-uh)
And the C’s but ain’t talkin’ no coins (uh-uh)
I don’t need no dating app, all I do is walk up and yo’ b*t*h I f**kin’ purloin
Every word I say prestige, like soigne
Motherf**ker think he funny, Tenderloins
Damn, chill out, go thaw yo’ self
I’m watchin’ your moves like the Elf on the Shelf, I got it
