Lyrics I Got You - Daniel San

I dropped a classic, these niggas ain't hear it, so now I must put out some other shit
I reached for the top but they wanted some bop
I stole flow from Da Baby ain't that a bitch
They say that my shit is too lyrical
I watch em sit on they ass as they ridicule
I go in the booth, and I rip every beat up
Fuck all they opinions they minuscule

I dropped a classic, these niggas ain't hear it
So now I must put out some other shit (Huh)
I reached for the top but they wanted some bop
I stole flow from Da Baby ain't that a bitch (Yikes)
They say that my shit is too lyrical
I watch em sit on they ass as they ridicule (Shh)
I go in the booth, and I rip every beat up
Fuck all they opinions they minuscule (Fuck em)
If it ain't about money or music my nigga
I'm sorry I ain't even hearing you (Quiet)
When it comes to these women, I'm honest I'm chilling
I'm lying you know that I keep a few (I got em)
When I call em they answer and coming thru (Coming)
They be changing my oil like jiffy lube (Jiffy)
I get in and get out like a shower (I'm out)
She say that I'm spazzing, she say that I'm kanye
No man should have all of this power (No)
I talk to my momma, she said that she love me She said Daniel don't be no coward
(On moms)
Let em know how you feel, look em dead in they eyes
That's just how you gain some respect (It is)
Don't settle for nothing, you know your worth
Go out and go get you a check (The money)
They don't wanna see me so happy (Naw)
They know what I saying but see I ain't playing I'm off to the side like a caddy (I am)
I just hand em the 9 iron and they swinging and no we don't settle for par (Fore)
If I see your bitch while I'm out, I'll just wink And she'll be in my DMs tomorrow (Score)
You too cocky karate you need to chill
What's inside a surprise, I'm a happy meal
I be dunking them chickens they tender
I swipe them to the right like they tinder (Swipe)
When I get behind it, them cheeks get to clapping
I might leave a dent like fender (Mmm mmm mmm)
Hope you got insurance, you better call All State
Just know that ya bitch in good hands
She had pulled up for penis and I gave it to her
Then after I did my lil dance (1, 2)
How I'm feeling like 21 savage, I'm independent
I don't need no advance (Naw)
Naw im lying I'm feeling like Biggie and all she want from me is (One more chance)
I dropped a classic, these niggas ain't hear it So now I must put out some other shit (Huh)
I reached for the top but they wanted some bop
I stole flow from Da Baby ain't that a bitch (Yikes)
They say that my shit is too lyrical, I watch em sit on they ass as they ridicule (Shh)
I go in the booth and I rip every beat up
Fuck all they opinions they minuscule (Fuck em)
Karate

And it's just like that
It's just way too
It's like just way too easy like
It's just way
Oh my God

They talk about music I'm making
They hating my songs but they probably stream a few (They hate)
When I pull this dick out and that bed get to squeaking
They thinking I'm wearing wet tennis shoes (Ee er ee er)
Know I'm straight out the blocks how I'm coming for records
I feel like Usain racing for the gold (Vroom)
This shit is too easy
These niggas beneath me
I feel like the game on beginner mode (Damn)

Karate child rhyming wild
Daniel San
I mean like, I got you