Rage Quit

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) Ooh shit I had a D in English class but I was grade A with that reader writer Picked up pints and peas up out the farm, I feel like Peter Piper I was thinking bigger, y'all can use it, we gon' be suppliers Ron stay with a script like he Peter Jackson Diving in the crowd to catch a play, that's Derek Jeter action Set up shop in Iowa and fuck up Cedar Rapids I got some chicken, cheese, and green like a Caesar salad Yamaha, brodie sliding on a ATV Supreme Timbs, came a long way from ACGs He a role player on his team, call him "KCP" Blowing Russian Creams, Drac'd up like the KGB Smoking two Runtz, it taste like yams mixed with mac and cheese Tryna drive a manual off Quagen, I might smack a tree Eric Emanuel, the shorts chilling at the beach MIA, all these plugs, I might grab a key A dollar in the drum, he better have some juggernog Bitch, I'm over up, nah, I ain't no underdog White sticks, chocolate tint, lens like a Wonderball Bitch acting weird, ain't need a knife when I cut her off I was off the porch, you live the sports life We can split the pizza, tell my bro to grab his fourth slice First classer, it say main cabin when you board flights Finna tear yo bitch walls down like it's Fortnite Not to mention that the robbers looting in yo crib Sipping out the baby bottle but ain't drooling in a bib While I'm popping, let go, I been fooling since a kid When I'm shooting at his rim I ain't hooping in a gym I done caught a hat Spinning in a Redeye, fucked around and caught a flat Fuck some morning sex, you ever woke up, caught a jack That's what get me going I'ma short him, if he call back, tell him my digi broken Shit Blick with the button, hit an opp and I'ma change his channel Burberry straight from London if you see me play the flannel Half a 'bow of Backpack Boyz, you out here facing Camels So much white up in the kitchen, cuddy the Michelin Man Touchdown with blue and yellow, looking like Michigan fans Cut it out and take me to the plug, you be middling grams Everybody wanna be a thug till shit hitting the fan, damn If they check the scoreboard, they gon' rage quit Lesson learned, life a book, that's another page flip Being safe ain't really safe so, bitch, we armed and dangerous I ain't worried 'bout a thang, I'm in the hood dangling I ain't give a fuck from the start Never had no trust in my heart Thousand dollar total, use a punch for the cart I'ma catch Alzheimer's when this blunt getting spark, for real (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)