Renting, renting, that shit is not yours
Give it back to daddy and do all of your chores
Before I did this shit, I was doing floors
Give me Wokesha cause I don't f*ck with Coor's
A long, long time ago, I was really poor
That shit way past me now, I do way more
Common sense is what people don't have
If I was God, I wouldn't even give it back
Stuntin' on people with zero likes, that's just how I be
You can't knock me over now, I'm stiff like tree
You still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay
Locked up for a lot of crimes like I'm Andrew Tate
Sitting in your mom's basement only spewing hate
Who be having the most f*cking swag, as of late?
How many times I said this shit, I'm not over
When have you see me in fake shit, four leaf clover
Whatever you do, I do even better Deladover
If you were a stove, then I'd be even stover
I be cutting up in highways, call me lawn mower
I'm sorry about your kids, man, I swear I'm a star in poker
Glory's in my hands now, I'm a famous stroker
Bitches try to follow me, but I'm a stockbroker
Tom Ford on jeans, these is the exclusives
Nobody tries to f*ck with me, because I'm elusive
Like the flu, I always come back from seclusion
I don't usually f*ck with people, cause they're polluted
Did a feature for a bag, but I didn't try
Swaggin all on these bitches, and their guys
Only took me nine months, but I got my fries
Imma scream Haman K, till I die
Stuntin' on people with zero likes, that's just how I be
You can't knock me over now, I'm stiff like tree
You still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay
Locked up for a lot of crimes like I'm Andrew Tate
Sitting in your mom's basement only spewing hate
Who be having the most f*cking swag, as of late?
How many times I said this shit, I'm not over
When have you see me in fake shit, four leaf clover
Whatever you do, I do even better Deladover
If you were a stove, then I'd be even stover
Derry - As of Late Lyrics
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Renting, renting, that shit is not yours
Give it back to daddy and do all of your chores
Before I did this shit, I was doing floors
Give me Wokesha cause I don't f*ck with Coor's
A long, long time ago, I was really poor
That shit way past me now, I do way more
Common sense is what people don't have
If I was God, I wouldn't even give it back
Stuntin' on people with zero likes, that's just how I be
You can't knock me over now, I'm stiff like tree
You still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay
Locked up for a lot of crimes like I'm Andrew Tate
Sitting in your mom's basement only spewing hate
Who be having the most f*cking swag, as of late?
How many times I said this shit, I'm not over
When have you see me in fake shit, four leaf clover
Whatever you do, I do even better Deladover
If you were a stove, then I'd be even stover
I be cutting up in highways, call me lawn mower
I'm sorry about your kids, man, I swear I'm a star in poker
Glory's in my hands now, I'm a famous stroker
Bitches try to follow me, but I'm a stockbroker
Tom Ford on jeans, these is the exclusives
Nobody tries to f*ck with me, because I'm elusive
Like the flu, I always come back from seclusion
I don't usually f*ck with people, cause they're polluted
Did a feature for a bag, but I didn't try
Swaggin all on these bitches, and their guys
Only took me nine months, but I got my fries
Imma scream Haman K, till I die
Stuntin' on people with zero likes, that's just how I be
You can't knock me over now, I'm stiff like tree
You still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay
Locked up for a lot of crimes like I'm Andrew Tate
Sitting in your mom's basement only spewing hate
Who be having the most f*cking swag, as of late?
How many times I said this shit, I'm not over
When have you see me in fake shit, four leaf clover
Whatever you do, I do even better Deladover
If you were a stove, then I'd be even stover
Give it back to daddy and do all of your chores
Before I did this shit, I was doing floors
Give me Wokesha cause I don't f*ck with Coor's
A long, long time ago, I was really poor
That shit way past me now, I do way more
Common sense is what people don't have
If I was God, I wouldn't even give it back
Stuntin' on people with zero likes, that's just how I be
You can't knock me over now, I'm stiff like tree
You still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay
Locked up for a lot of crimes like I'm Andrew Tate
Sitting in your mom's basement only spewing hate
Who be having the most f*cking swag, as of late?
How many times I said this shit, I'm not over
When have you see me in fake shit, four leaf clover
Whatever you do, I do even better Deladover
If you were a stove, then I'd be even stover
I be cutting up in highways, call me lawn mower
I'm sorry about your kids, man, I swear I'm a star in poker
Glory's in my hands now, I'm a famous stroker
Bitches try to follow me, but I'm a stockbroker
Tom Ford on jeans, these is the exclusives
Nobody tries to f*ck with me, because I'm elusive
Like the flu, I always come back from seclusion
I don't usually f*ck with people, cause they're polluted
Did a feature for a bag, but I didn't try
Swaggin all on these bitches, and their guys
Only took me nine months, but I got my fries
Imma scream Haman K, till I die
Stuntin' on people with zero likes, that's just how I be
You can't knock me over now, I'm stiff like tree
You still wearing them boof-ass ones like it's 83
I only rap on beats I make cause that's just my creed
Several hundred dollars shoes on, that's your pay
Locked up for a lot of crimes like I'm Andrew Tate
Sitting in your mom's basement only spewing hate
Who be having the most f*cking swag, as of late?
How many times I said this shit, I'm not over
When have you see me in fake shit, four leaf clover
Whatever you do, I do even better Deladover
If you were a stove, then I'd be even stover
Writer: Matthew Derry
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