JSoL - obnoxious Lyrics

I get obnoxious
Chain obnoxious
Fit obnoxious
Flow obnoxious
So out this world, it's like
It's like I'm cosmic
I got no flaws in me, just get obnoxious
I heard some weirdos moving corny, got my name up in they mouth
I just been chilling, making music, lighting doobies in the south
Bring new sound up in this bitch, filling gaps like some grout
Give a f*ck about the clout
I'd do it with one person watching, I'm not giving you an option
Tell it like it f*ckin' is, you just basic, you just mid
You my son, you's a kid
I'm not taking that shit back, If I dissed you, yea I did
If you can't spit, then don't say shit
Get in the booth, stop movin' lips
Get out my DM, suckin' dick
Silver gucci link, it's lit
(Bling, Bling)
I just be doing my thing
Punk as f*ck, lookin' ridiculous
Unintentionally conspicuous
If you had me then you lost me, damn, you must feel so ridiculous (like what the f*ck)
Yo, eyes lookin' bloodshot
Damn bitch, I'm dumb hot
I grew up round' them gunshots
Obvious, it's only one spot, and I got all you don't got
Stop calling me your ex, when I refer to you as dumb thot (haha)
I get obnoxious
Chain obnoxious
Fit obnoxious
Flow obnoxious
So out this world, it's like
It's like I'm cosmic
I got no flaws in me, just get obnoxious
I write shit on my own, I get really creative
That's the sole reason, they stay watching me, and still I'm hated
Nah hoe, we never dated
You just wanna be related
I don't need a deal, everyday I feel like I done made it
Cause I'm hot
Every time I make another drop, I be thinking "How you do that shit?" I got this game on lock
We not fighting over spots, I'm just doing what I do
It's hard to tell, raise your voice at me, who the f*ck you talking to?
Do not get me in that mood
I'm cool as hell, but yea I'm rude
Miss me with that sucka shit, save that drama for your dude
I'm obnoxious, yea it's true
I get money, faces blue
Heard this beat, I'm like yea, that's the one I'm writing to
Killing shit, Subi do
JSOLÉ be on that too
Two genius' on a beat, they ain't f*ckin' wit us, who? (f*ck you talking bout)
It ain't nun for us to do (on god)