Halogen - Vhs

I pull bitches like a motherfucking habit

I got a ten-piece for your jaw, come and grab it

Didn’t ask when I gave a fuck about your family

Fuck up again, some bullshit bitches sappy

Pullin' up looking shaggy in a soccer-mom van straight flexin'

Dick out with a bad bitch on my left, and

Give me ten, I’mma have another on the right

You know, sum lil slight then we fuck all night, yuh

How’s it feel that your favorite rapper ain’t a rapper

Big boy flex, but another fuckin' capper, huh

Pretty boy appeal on the pussy lookin' dapper

Make her fall in love with me then I drop the bitch after

Give a fuck 'bout any new kid on the block

On your knees whn you’re near me, I don’t wanna har the talk

Shit outta luck 'cause you slop top on my cock

Finna rock all these fuckers on the way to the top

Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up

Make shit and make it bump

I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump

'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from

Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up

Make shit and make it bump

I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump

'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from

In Scooby-Doo I write the plan, while I’m at it choose the trick

She can stand in front of line and back it up a lil bit

Rappin' with the metal makin' salt, call us halogen

I never been a role model, the problem be you followin'

Marijuana come in rockets, dabs are rock and shit is flawless

Gettin' praised from the greatest, banned from the oval office

Nigga listen, when I talk, better drop your knees, got it

Or I’ll knock you into-morrow where you still leanin' out on Vicodin

Hold my peace close, I ain’t even said shit

Just give it 'bout a year when the figures hitting six

Hit my DMs, «you should know better»

Yeah whatever, I ain’t even ever heard you rappin' on shit

Bones crack on the curb that I put to your wit

Nigga I ain’t tryna box I’m tryna bust out where it kicks

Come and check the mint, none of us are counterfeit

Can’t catch up, homie it ain’t the spotter’s fault you can’t lift, ah

I can’t hold a straight face for more than thirty seconds

No I won’t trip, fall into the beat you sent me

Hold the whole dick if you gonna lick the head

That line was stupid, so what bitch, I wrote it

No new shit 'cause I’m tired of expressin'

The same damn things like a Duolingo lesson

Caveman shit when I look at my reflection

Goddamn that flow sick, no shit bitch, I wrote it

You wanna talk a little bit about damage

Bitch I’m legal, not afraid to do some to my record

Oh you can see into the future don’t tell me

My horoscope says, I’ll punch you 'till you stop talkin'

Look at 'em stop and stare everytime I start walkin'

Over and over again, there’s no protocol for moshin'

Poppin' and sockin' and rockin', puttin' a side of hip hop 'cause

Where we going there ain’t no god, bitch

Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up

Make shit and make it bump

I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump

'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from

Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up

Make shit and make it bump

I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump

'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from

Stupid bitch, I’m a narcissist

Damn right, only get down just for me just tonight

You’re both right, no complaints only hate for you bitch

Ass

(That's pretty stupid actually I’m not gonna say that)

Who’s your god nigga I probably control flow better

Gotta vendetta, don’t give a fuck about them trend-setters

Bed wetters always wanna front up with me

Better put your hands up, see the stains when you stand up

They pale runnin', MJ, Cosgrove Miranda

Sandra, got 'em screamin' all over the mattress

It’s madness, fantastic our semantics

Cap shit?

Nah, halogen only a fragment