​so much garbage lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
ʎpoqou

[Verse]
A lot of things make me f*cking nervous
A lot of things get me really scared
I do not f*ck with like none of these people
I'm smelling the fake in the air
Sneak b*tches, they fake and they phony
Sneak disses 'bout me like they know me
You'd f*ck me up if you knew 'bout the sh*t that I do
When your girl call me lonely
I smoke a blunt, now I'm snoring
Still fill a cup with the porridge
That would be problems for old me
I don't give a f*ck now, so let's get it going
I got the fade for like forty
Vodka, but chase is a forty
They talkin' like damn, I go hard
But frankly, this party is boring
I smoke a blunt, now I'm snoring
Still fill a cup with the porridge
Bad b*tch from New Orleans
She call me daddy like Maury
I ain't a father, no Maury
But I'm gonna son you like Morty
Your girl just told you she was sleeping
But I'm in her house like I'm Cory
I think your girly my mistress
She run the dome like a beep test
I let her grip it like vicious
She want me to spray like I'm Windex
Ruby stay hot like a furnace
All this success 'cause I earned it
This sh*t is not about the earnings
It's me exercising my purpose
You know this, I'm focused
This beat I just hit and I owned this
The shadows, I'm cloaked in
Allow the emotion to soak in
The words all have meaning
Think about sh*t that I'm screaming
Even if you got to see it
It'd be such a reach to believe it
[Chorus]
Garbage, f*cking garbage
I pick and destroy every target
Sometimes I don't think I'm an artist
Most of my ideas come out sounding f*cking garbage
Garbage, f*cking garbage
I pick and destroy every target
Sometimes I don't think I'm an artist
Most of my ideas come out sounding f*cking garbage
Garbage, f*cking garbage
I pick and destroy every target
Sometimes I don't think I'm an artist
Most of my ideas come out sounding f*cking garbage

[Outro]
A lot of things make me f*cking nervous
A lot of things get me really scared
I do not f*ck with like none of these people
I'm smelling the fake in the air
Sneak b*tches, they fake and they phony
Sneak disses 'bout me like they know me
You'd f*ck me up if you knew 'bout the sh*t that I do
When your girl call me lonely
I smoke a blunt now I'm snoring
Still fill a cup with the porridge
That would be problems for old me
I don't give a f*ck now so let's get it going