QUIT Lyrics

Hey!

Yeah

Hey

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Stop crying around, you fat fuck

Nobody cares about opinions like yours and I

Don't give a fuck about you and I'm

Running up in stores like speedy stop

But I have respect for my own land (Yeah!)

Shut the fuck up, you cannot play with me like LAN, yuh (Yuh)

The flow's on peak, it's showing on beat

You're showing on me, you're fucking on me

That shit is not gay

Yeah

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, hundred round drum

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

And I don't give a fuck about rapping, that shit is dumb, man

If you thought I cared then, man you a bum

And I'll pull up to your sector with the hundred round drum

While I'm clutching the big ole' bottle of rum and that's it

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Hundred round drum, hundred round drum

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Most of you motherfuckers stupid as shit, just quit

It doesn't even take a minute

Just stop

Don't do it

Just quit

Don't go through it, yeah

Contradictory, but don't listen to me

Kids don't exercise your opinion like me, yeah

Just stop

Don't do it

Just quit

Don't go through it, yeah

Don't motherfucking rap

Don't motherfucking try to write bad self-aware shit that nobody fucking likes

Don't motherfucking tweet

Don't fucking be proud when you say your stupid fucking opinion on the president out loud

Shut the fuck up

You fucking cornball

You fucking loser

Internet soldiers act like they know it all

They go dig-dug when they need to find some personal information

For cancellation, in the safety of our nation, I'm just rhyming shit

Local rappers think they're nice, they write raps to an app

And fucking cry around when there's no recognition to be had

Oh, that's cool bro

Oh, you dropped out?

Venmo me $10 dollars right now for a shout out

Guaranteed your ass'll pop off

And bum your family for money for that nicotine addiction

So that's the fucking family funding?

Dudes add Japanese to there designs and think they invented clothes or something

But in reality, your shit is worth nothing

Bro, just fucking stop, please

Just stop

Don't do it

Just quit

Don't go through it

Just stop

Don't do it

Just quit

Don't go through it

Just stop

Don't do it

Just quit

Don't go through it

Just stop

Don't do it

Just quit

Don't go through it, yeah

They should put that man George Bush back in office

I'm fucking serious