SMASH CROWD BANGER

[Verse 1]

This is anti-cling rap, nigga where the green at?

Risks I take you'd swear I had the balls the size of bean bags

Not what you're used to, bitch I rep the Bruiser

And the label Fool's Gold, jeans with medusas

Bitches wanna scoop us, get pussy like loofahs

Y'all niggas losers cop clothes from the boosters

Hoes wanna choose up, of course they gon' choose us

So though you need a stylist also you need a tutor

These stupid-ass niggas wouldn't know what to do

So they copy wack niggas, that's what they made you

The game's so trendy, that's why this label fails

Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales

[Hook]

So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single

That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle

A smash crowd banger, play it all night long

You never get on, without a radio song

So this my radio song, this my radio song

[Verse 2]

She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf

Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse

Songs with no feelings, but she feel my thang on her

Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her

Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk

Until it skeet skeet, on the walls and her shirt

She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting

But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain't tricking

Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly

Getting dirty money, but bitch I ain't Puffy

Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi

Heavy duty Chevy, not a Beamer, Benz or Bentley

There's no originality, carbon copy singles

He made Black and Yellow, I'mma make it black and emo

That's why these wack rappers, they never last long

Don't care about music, just radio songs

[Hook]