Err! ft. Magnavox Lyrics

These niggas be leechin', they just wanna ride my wave

We carry sticks like the Taliban, hop on a plane

Bitch, this flawless diamond straight from LA and they ain't plain

Your bitch ain't gon' pull up, give me sucky, sucky, and swallow my kids from the drain

This rockstar lifestyle that I'm livin' this shit fun and games, Err

Boy, you better stay in your place, I swear that we not the same, Err

Way, I walk with the stick, might think that I'm usin' a cane, Err

And you know I'm swagged, out, walkin' around like a stain, Err

I'm MirXclusivee, the one, roll a 4.5 of the runts

Walk in the party with guns, run up, ski mask, you get slumped

My bitch, she too hot like the sun, put my foot in the pot, kick and shit like a punt

I whip my wrist till it hurt, I fuck that bitch till she hurt

I really came from the trenches, you don't know shit about the dirt

Jump out the, jump out the bush with that K, I make that shit go to work

Bitch, I'm him, I stay alert, foot on they neck, I did it first

Pay me my respect, diamonds, they twerk, money, it twerk, your bitch, she twerk

Look at my whip, it's impressive, err

Can't cuff no bitch, ain't arresting, her

Like a dad, I teach niggas these lessons, err

In the spaceship coupe, I treat it like the Jetson's, err

Came too far, I'm a blessing, err

Let's fly now, my nigga, what is the word

I do not know who you talkin' to, I do not hang with the turds

No, you cannot get a verse, none of my shit be rehearsed

I sit in the, I sit in a lab and research, I always know how it's gon' work

Well Mag, how this shit gon' work

Go look at your profile first, I'm finna tell you somethin' that might hurt

Delete the whole shit for sure, where was you at when I sat on the curb

Sorry I hit a few nerves, bitch, finna go cop a new drop top coupe

I wanna just glide like a bird, slide and get fried like hors d'oeuvres

Put my feet down on the turf, feelin' like Lieutenant Dan

Fuck it, I'll take off my shirt, yeah, straight from the core

Just like a bird, yeah, I had my experience, I know my worth

Movin' around too long, man, I feel like a taxi

You cannot tax, don't need a vaccine

I cannot rap, you cannot trap

Me, yeah, wrist, be on 3D

She say, Mag, can you come see me

But I'm Stevie, sure, I got VVs, er, it get easier

We applyin' too much pressure, flyin' past

Foot to the metal, never settle

Stick to the code, my nigga,

We don't accept pedals

Er, you gettin' stupid, er, er