Lyrics Lash Out - Crypt

Mhm, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', huh?
Mhm, man, you talk a lot of shit

It seems there's a cycle
That everybody likes to repeat
Throw some shots at rappers that are bigger than them
Hopin' someone bites and wants to eat
Get a reactor to gas you up
And act like what you rap is so sleek
But you know I'm a vet to this shit, and I been through it all
I can see when a bitch isn't heat
And if I responded to every single shot I got
You know that I could sit here and feast
Though, most every time, my lowest-viewed shit
Is over five-hundred times their peak
I could turn that king to a queen real quick, but I don't though
I'll sit back and let y'all watch your show
But just know, the aim that I got is a boatload
And you don't wanna be in the way when I load, I'm
Goin' down Schitt's Creek, bitch, don't roll slow
I'll be on the bank side, waitin' to approach
Hunt you down like I don't try to rip to a solo
Stackin' up candy-ass rappers like Rolos
Oh no, Crypt got this, click, click, click
Click, oh shit, it's time to reload
The clip's still empty from the last dumb bitch
Who thought they didn't see what they said on the low though?
You know what'll happen, right?
You'll get a buzz for a couple of weeks
Think you got a ton of fans
But really you just got enemies and me
And the second you decide to hop off my dick
Those fans of yours are gonna leave
And all those fans of mine
Are gonna make it really fuckin' hard for you to succeed
So take heed to this warning I give you
I promise, it's good for the craft
Diss tracks are fast views
But fast views don't last
If you wanna make it in this game
Don't nobody give a fuck about the best rapper
They give a fuck about the best music
You should concentrate on that factor, bitch

Because I'm back now
I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down
I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down
Oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches
Faker than mascara, so it's time for me to lash out

Back to this shit like a fat kid
Reachin' down deep in the bottom of a chip bag
Funny how the friends that I lost over dumb shit
Had to turn 'em fat like slim fast
Turned a couple deals down
I ain't never really been a big fan of that quick cash
Quick cash goes quick fast
Remember that, and labels suck, fuck them hags
I dip my toes into the waters
Of this music business
Just careful not to dive in head first
'Cause they all suspicious
Like, "Look, Crypt
All this money could be yours, let's do business"
Showin' their doors of fans
Lookin' at me like I'm delicious
Bitch, I'm me
You think I give a fuck what labels see?
"Don't fumble the bag"?
Bitch, the bag is fumbling me
Gotta bring more to the table
If you wanna sign the C-
-R-Y-P-T
Why the fuck would I need your green
When I got six figures of G's
By my name on a banknote?
Labels nowadays
Are only as good as a bank loan
Fake hoes
Claimin' they can elevate your place
But they just takin' royal cheese
Sippin' that drink that you made for 'em
Sayin' I can't curse
And I try to write my songs
Well, fuck you
And every ounce of bullshit that you on
There's a reason you came to me
I don't need none of this shit
I'd go back to a nine to five
'Fore I ever work with you again

Because I'm back now
I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down
I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down
Oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches
Faker than mascara, so it's time for me to lash out
I let everybody have some fun
But I don't back down
I'll keep goin' 'til my feet are numb
So sit your ass down
Oh, it's you I'm supposed to be scared of?
But I've done dealt with bitches
Faker than mascara, so it's time for me to lash out