Lyrics Shabang - Lunar C

Shabang

Please know I’m a sick bastard
Pre-rolls in the cig packet
Deeboin' these bitch rappers
But keep going, g, shit happends
Stressed out your friends are let-downs
Don’t get lead down the wrong side of the road
You’re gonna loose your head if you keep sticking your neck out
Not waiting, I push right past
I got my lust for life back
MCs try to test but they should run
Tell them be my guest like a plus one
Ip dip dog shit, you are not it
Far from a G, no flow so don’t boast
Big tings popping man, I got this
Heart on my sleeve like a Stoney logo
Different day but the same fuckery
I do my thing and they judge me
Mouth off, like you ain’t pussy
I’ll slap the mouth off your Bape hoodie
I got the grind and pay dues
I’ve been up working night and day
Just so girls will use my bars as Instagram captions, like I’m Drake
I’m Floyd Mayweather, your not in my top 50
I know 50 and 0
I just can’t get to 50 and 0 thousands
I need 15 notes just the throw in the air
Like I’m Floyd Money Mayweather, 50 and 0
Win streaks so don’t bring beef
It’s all going off, like the fridge-freezer broke