Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Bada$$ & Russ) (Explicit)

This is what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?

What people paid paper for, dammit

This that goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming

That boy from PG but D.C. still claim him

And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm real

Some rappers magicians, they trick you, they Copperfield

Act tough as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil

Meanwhile, I'm just runnin' back kick returns on the field

Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' support 'em still

That's how you know where our loyalty at

So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?

I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent

Then **** on your *****, my **** named Mutombo, I'm lit

I rub on her ****, she drip, then I cum on her ****

How common is this to spit like a ******' attempt?

I'm murderin' ***t, I flip, then I leave your ass flipped

I flip the script, then skip to your ******' event

I take the check and dip, moments later it's spent

You take the check and ***t, it's enough for your 'rents

So how the **** you telling me that I ain't good enough, *****?

Ahhh, I think that I'm top ten, top five

Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not done

Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I still think we won

She on her knees for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

Yo, yo, yo, Badmon! Uhh

Here's what you been waitin' for, ain't it?

It's a portrait if you can see the picture, paint it

I ain't got to explain it, this lane, I done paved it (right)

I done paid my dues now I'm just collectin' payments (collect)

One verse, that's gon' be your whole life savings

If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral arrangements (true)

These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what else?)

Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun blazin' (facts)

We gon' see who get the last laugh (hah)

It's funny 'cause these *****s always trippin' off the past (hah)

Think this ***t a joke until somebody get smoked

Choked, off the very words that they spoke

Listen here though, it's gettin' near close

'Bout to blow your brains through your ******' earlobes

This one, the kid been gon' for a while, they missed him

Patient with the shot, when we blast off, won't miss him

(Somebody gon' die tonight)

Rappers see me but don't say ***t like they don't have vocals

And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't have Pro-Tools

They big you up until you're big enough

I guess the love was never real as if I really give a ****

I'm already eight figures up

Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie Mays

Y'all still jumpin' out of bed for 50K

I roll back over and continue ******' all y'all's favorite

I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' until all y'all say it

I'm courtside, closin' multi-million dollar deals

Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals

I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo

I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo

My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas

A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a—

Part of the formula that put me here, so **** you

When the second album drops, watch who they all run to

(Haha)