LAF - Rittz

These motherfuckers make me laugh

They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck

Look at how they dress

They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck

Listen how they rap

They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck

Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough

You ain’t ever been about it, you just make shit up

You lame as fuck

You ain’t spittin' and your music don’t jam

Try to study me like I’m a student exam

Hard for me to take a lyricist serious

Especially a dude in sweatpants wearing unisex Vans

What was you expecting, made a song 'Fuck Swag' and

Ain’t nobody say shit, I guess they afraid if

They get out of line I’m 'bout to have to grave dig

A great big hole, kill him, leave them where you lay bitch

A.K.A Mr. Make-'em-Wanna-Rewrite

I guess I’m the one they want to be like

These guys get a feature from me study me on every record

Then they switch they whole style up

Homie I can see right through it

You ain’t never used to chop like that

Now you talk about your girl and your struggle

Tryin' to get it, how you did a lot of soft

How you’re pissed off at your boss

You ain’t used to have the same 9 to 5 I had

Need to find your own lane, you and I might crash

Get in mine, hope you had a good time, (I'm back)

Rap game looking like Revenge of the Nerds

And ya pants and ya shirt too tight, is that plaid?

We ain’t seeing eye to eye like I have an eye patch

No class having motherfucker you can die

You gone wish you had a life raft

My style is hijacked, did I kill him, my bad

With your lame ass socks showing, stop trolling

Going online posing with your Glock showing

You ain’t never shot no one, stop lying you are not blowing

Trying to copy me, you thinking I would not notice

Cockroaches couldn’t see me like they got some glaucoma

Comment under my photos bout the way that I look

I bet that I could get your lady to fuck

And suck dick, quicker than you

You said the two of you was in love

You’re lame as fuck and I bet that you the type of dude to come up

And tell me that I look familiar, knowing damn well ya

Seen my videos and know my name and it would kill ya

Not to be lame so instead I gotta tell ya

Washed up rappers acting like I owe 'em something

When I needed them before I made it, they would never help ya

Lame ass homies wanna party at my crib

So they can drink up all my liquor they don’t ever buy they-self none

They say they recording, you ain’t got songs

Tryna say you performing, you ain’t got fans

But it’s hard to ignore 'em, lame motherfucker

Probably like, foam-a-sites, always rockin' team Jordans

Lame ass bitches insecure and distorted

She tried shave her head on some Cassie shit

Now she thinkin' she gorgeous

Never keeps a boyfriend, she fucking everybody, little nasty bitch

A lot of people in my city try to say that they relate to me

But still so many in Atlanta don’t appreciate a thing

I did or even heard of me

Its almost like they trained to be a slave to what they playin' on the radio

They proceed to put me in a cage because my record label Strange

They need to listen, if they did they’d probably end up devastated

We don’t play, we put the music business in a Strangeulation

Other record labels lame to me, these motherfuckers L-A-F

Actin' hard, never take a day off (they L-A-F)

Still rappin', shit’ll never pay off (they L-A-F)

Still trappin' acting like a straight boss (they L-A-F)

Get arrested, they confessing, they decide to play ball (they L-A-F)

They be actin' like we cooler than we are

If I met you doing music, don’t be stupid, this a job

You are not a friend of mine, just a dude I never call

Bombing on 'em, Shock and Awe