But Wait, There's More - Pouya, $uicideboy$

I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage

I never been to college

I sever the head of rappers

I pack the MAC-11 to send you to another dimension

Not to mention, I pop the Smith & Wesson with no second guessin'

Your bitch get to steppin'

Once I get it in, get wet, get out

Don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth

What’s up with that pussy?

Don’t doubt me

I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi

Bitch, I’m outie after that, oddy’s after that

Touch your Instagram, put you on the map

Don’t discriminate, fuck a handicap, no legs

Fuck that, where your titties at, bitch?

Ba-Ba-Back in the Golden Days, I was glowin' rays

Now I’m soaked in grey from all these fuckin' growin' pains

Keep on throwin' shade, you’ll meet the fuckin' Shogun’s blade

I’m stealing trophies out your trophy case

Fuck the cards I was dealt

I got a poker face to steal an open base, ho

Fuck an older age though

If life’s a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J Lo

Bitch, I’m Yung Plague, no way I’ma grow fangs

Rip out your throat, ain’t sayin' anything out that hole, mane

Hundred pills bottles on my motherfuckin' dresser, mane

Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane

I’m the mane that’ll make a stain out of your fuckin' brain

Smokin' strains off some strange grain that I can’t explain

Fuck the fame, fuck these fuckin' lames, that’s why I isolate

Can’t relate to none of you motherfuckers

Keep me in my grave, hold up, wait

Duckin' in the shade, shooting up the H

Stuck at Hell’s gates with Yung Plague

And I’m draped in grey