Yungdoms - More Lyrics

I got the bags, and
I got the tags, and
I do not f*ck with the rags, and
I am a labyrinth
I am elaborate
I count it up like the math man
You think in past tense
I am like Batman
I got the bad sense
Bagging enemies up like
He is the mad man
Eating up fame like I'm Pac Man
Bitch I blow up like

I am the dynamite
I am expanding like China might
I live a private life
I started up like the pilot light
Now look at me I am hotter than fire fights
I hit the web like a spider bite
Now I'm in private flights
I spit the poison like cyanide
Shit I'm American idolized
And I see shit for the brighter side

I suppose I just do not
Know who the f*ck I just brought
Into the industry, i don't want mini me's
But I will give what I got
I like to think that's a lot
Shit on the pot
I get the things that I want
Your hands are tied like a knot
Out of this world astronaut
I am on point like a dot
Who woulda thought?

Shit, I'm
Mother f*cking
Pissed off
I go hard like
Bitch I got the shit on lock
Bitch you gotta go, kick rocks
Bitch I milly rock, plug walk
When I floss, on these hoes
What's a crow to a hawk?
They don't mean shit to a boss
But I pass time like a clock
Gotta hold it down like a block
Oh my God

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Every time I hop on the triplets
I feel like I'm on a pilgrimage
You could ask all your children if
I am the rawest up in the biz
They would say I am the chillest bitch

So raw salmonella, singing acapella
Yeah I'm that fella, bitch I brought umbrellas
To keep my Cinderella dry, cause I get her wetter
Yeah I'm better than, all you f*ckers with your f*cking bullshit I call, I'm the veteran
Tell a friend, I'm a clever man
Bitch I go hard cause I'm fresher than
Some people like celebs
Cause I don't f*ck with all their measurements
Honestly who the f*cks keeping the treasure chest?
I call the storms like a weatherman
Higher than Everest, I'm still the heroine
Just cause you varsity doesn't mean shit when you don't earn your letterman

Bitch
Who the f*ck know bout me?
Who really wanna test me on the beat?
Who wanna test? I'm the best, I'm the fresh
And the rest, is a press, on my stress, I don't f*ck with defeat
Like I got shoes on the street
Gotta run the track like a meet
I Gotta see, like I be, on the A, in the bay
Everyday, I go off, 45 on a tweet

And f*ck that shit
Baby girl I be goin hard
Assault and battery on the charge
Gotta stay afloat like a barge
Shit I'm really going large
Out of this world like I'm mars
Out of this world imma star
So far got the bars that'll char all your hits, I don't care who you are
Gotta hop in my favorite sports car
It's my cookie jar, so bizarre