Me Too - G-Mo Skee

Man I’m tired of motherfuckers at school always in the barber shop talkin'

'bout G-Mo Skee did this, G-Mo Skee did me like that

Man shut the fuck up

You niggas sound like rape victims

G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend!

Me Too!

(What?!)

G-Mo blocked me on the gram!

Me Too!

(Damn!)

G-Mo told me kiss his ass!

I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast!

(Woo) Me Too!

G-Mo kicked me in the face!

Me Too!

(Bitch!)

That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace!

Me Too!

(Yea!)

G-Mo don’t be playing them games

I keep the money and fame started making them change

Me Too!

Somebody get a cake these niggas super mad

Pissed like Lowtiergod when he lose a match (Fuck!)

In a game of Super Smash (Bitch!)

Three controllers cause he broke two in half and went on a racist rant with his

stupid ass (You fuckin' coon!)

Its all majik, every bar is a hat trick

Finna get you salty, Salt Bae is back bitch (Who's back?)

When will y’all bastards learn it’s sarcasm when I give you dap and say «keep on rappin'» (Yea keep it up)

Now all the sudden I got all these motherfuckers mad

Point to the area on the doll where I touched you at (Queer!)

Inf Gang slide, they ain’t tryna hear none of that (Inf Gang!)

Get punched in both eyes now you looking like a pumpkin patch (Wombo combo!)

Boy you need to stop cappin' its bologna, you ain’t cracked a fifth with Nobe,

haven’t traveled with the homies (Yea!)

You don’t know me in the first place

Rap is my workplace

You ain’t from my birthplace

Nigga fuck your face (Fuck your face!)

G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend!

Me Too!

(Yea!)

G-Mo blocked me on the gram!

Me Too!

(What?!)

G-Mo told me kiss his ass!

I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast!

Me Too!

(Bitch!)

G-Mo kicked me in the face!

Me Too!

That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace!

Me Too!

(Haha)

G-Mo don’t be playing them games (Nah!)

I keep the money and fame started making them change

Me Too!

These stupid motherfuckers think they know it all (Stupid!)

Think I won’t slap they bitch ass with an open palm

I got them punching holes in walls, acting like hoes in bras

Mental health, is important that’s why I wrote this song

Nigga relax, your salt levels hittin' the max

You getting mad cause I’m gifted and black

Your fans are like Tyrone Biggoms, I’m givin' 'em crack

Scratching they neck, waiting for the next ridiculous track (Filth!)

But they treat me like R. Kelly mixed with the jack

So welcome to never-land bitch this is the trap

Pour some Jesus juice, right before I piss on your back

Now you hash-tagging Me Too on twitter in caps

Every rhyme sceme molest y’all like Harvey Weinstein

I’m the new Russel Simmons and you Chinese (Oh!)

I mean no disrespect but you might be

Too sensitive to listen to rhymes like these

G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend!

Me Too!

(Me Too!)

G-Mo blocked me on the gram!

Me Too!

(Damn!)

G-Mo told me kiss his ass!

I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast!

Me Too!

G-Mo kicked me in the face!

Me Too!

(Bitch!)

That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace!

Me Too!

(Uh!)

G-Mo don’t be playing them games (Nah!)

I keep the money and fame started making them change

Me Too!

Hide your kids, hide your wife, every time I write

It’s like I turn the pen into some kind of device (Yea!)

, I recite from the Bible (Praise Jesus)

Might make your kids to idolize before they learn to ride a bike (Hahaha)

Them niggas bitin' call 'em Iron Mike, I’m flyin' kites

Jump off the Grand Canyon from death-defying heights

Come to Richmond, sayin' the shit online you type

And you gonna get chased through the city like Dyin' Light (Woo!)

This ain’t a song just to get my dick-riders hyped (Nah!)

Consider it an, 'cause I got your vagina tight (Pussy!)

I go inside your ass with a half-stick of dynamite (Bang!)

Of opinions like assholes, well yours will not suffice (Hahahaha)

All you suckers gonna tell the truth when the time is right (Yea!)

Say G-Mo Skee ain’t dope and watch lightnin' strike

Find somebody else’s nuts, get off mine, alright (Now!)

I got enough people on my balls, and they cryin' like

G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend!

Me Too!

(What?!)

G-Mo blocked me on the gram!

Me Too!

(Yea!)

G-Mo told me kiss his ass!

I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast!

Me Too!

G-Mo kicked me in the face!

Me Too!

(Bitch!)

That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace!

Me Too!

G-Mo don’t be playing them games

I keep the money and fame started making them change

Me Too!