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futuristic - scrollin lyrics

[verse 1: futuristic]
ya, lame n-gg-s don’t know about you be the same ones gon’ hate the most
lol at my comment section to a dumb question when i make a post
still sipping that peach ciroc in my solo cup, time to make a toast
this one go to your f-cking mom, and she a real one, she done raised a troll
talk sh-t on your web browser
see me in person and b-tch up
i bet you sleeping with the lights on cause everytime i’m ’round you, you switch up
all these lil boys acting real tough on they keyboards with they fingers tapping
meet a n-gg- in the parking lot with them same hands and we’ll get it cracking
have ’em speaking in pig latin
this track is spitting like six dragons
in fact, i didn’t practice, it just happened
make ’em disappear like i did magic
b-tch is spazzing, hit, then i flip the mattress
delivery man, got a big package
live lavish, give your man a kiss after
tell that boy meet world, cause i been savage, yeah
and you been average
boy i’m bout to blow like bin laden
i need a girl who got a big -ss
she don’t got cl-ss, she been absent
got the game on lock, put it in the cabinet
i been have bread like a picnic basket
i been killing rappers, put ’em in the casket
i been making hits like a tennis racket, godd-mn

[hook]
why you all in my sh-t?
you should get up off of my pics, hoe
why you all in my feed?
you should get up off of my d-ck, bro
scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
b-tch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
i said, why you all in my sh-t?
you should get up off of my pics, hoe
why you all in my feed?
you should get up off of my d-ck, bro
scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
b-tch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
[verse 2: hopsin]
yo, i got fame but i’m not the type to be outside and deal with the paparazzi
i struggle with lots of issues daily, mostly online from the comments i see
my sh-t’s whack and i should quit rap?
if i catch you, i really hope you got your posse
pull up on you quicker than a maserati, with a kamikaze while your mom is watching
i’m not impressed with my comment section
there’s lots of pesting and monologueing
“f-ck you hop, i’m a big fan but i hate you bruh,”
that’s beyond insulting
anger is boxed up in me, sh-t’s tricky
how you gon’ compliment me then diss me?
i’m at the top of trending, it’s strictly the skill
can we stop pretending? it’s really
p-ssing me off to the maximum
f-ck you n-gg-s, i ain’t yapping em
i don’t even have to pack a gun
when i see em face to face they be acting softer than a pack of gum
i stick my hand through your chest and detach a lung
watch you until you have fallen like babylon
i been screenshotting the hate you been yapping son
so when you see me, uh-oh, little f-ggot run
i got way too much that’s going on in my life to have to deal with these b-tch haters
i’ll f-ck you up, that’s to grown men, high schoolers and fifth graders
don’t disrespect, i come new to the sh-t
i don’t care if you’re a new fan or used to listen
we gon’ find you and bruise a disk in your back
go tell your dad it was hopsin and futuristic

[verse 3: futuristic]
yea, my ex girl in my news feed liking everything trying to get attention
quoting me when she making tweets, saying something sweet trying to get a mention
i don’t even talk to her like she across the room when we in detention
poke her on her forehead said, “sorry girl, you should mind your business”
miss independent, yeah right, n-gg-
i see through that like sprite, n-gg-
making moves my two to friends and i don’t even ride on no bike, n-gg-
do whatever i like, n-gg-
i met yo -ss one time, n-gg-
now you running ’round the town, just like a clown, saying futuristic, that’s my, n-gg-
y’all be delusional, stuck in a cubicle doing the usual sh-t
all up on youtube with something that’s musical
comment like an att-tude and a b-tch
your facts don’t even be proveable, always disputable
grown n-gg-s acting like kids
that’s juvenile, yes i’m removable
i might quit rapping and come and stab you in the ribs
(oh god…)
keep it scrolling, you promoting bogus vocals all on my socials
and hope that some hoes’ll notice then you’ll poke ’em
you’re posting b-tts, you’re broke and everyone knows it
exposing these jokes, how they salty like the ocean
my flow is colder than ben and jerry’s
compet-tion get buried in cemeteries
if you hate you can suck on my twinkle berries
and keep scrolling n-gg-…

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