​bronze lyrics

[Verse 1: Twikipedia]
If this music sh*t don't work, expect me working at McDonald's
Acting like you know sh*t, you a clown, you really Ronald
Got him on my hit list, so I kill him, that sh*t pronto
Saying you aon first place, but you really f*ckin' bronze, bro
Are you talking 'bout yourself? I guarantee you, we don't care
b*tch, I'm wearing unreleased, that sh*t is very f*cking rare
Got a check and then I spent it, made that sh*t go disappear
Shut the f*ck up, ain't nobody tryna hear it
Take the mask off, I wanna see you what you really like
Looking at the scene, and you say you was finna fist fight
I came with the paintball gun, I'm lookin' like I'm f*ckin' miked
Rapping ain't for everybody, let go of the f*ckin' mic
He was talking sh*t, we finna knock out his braces
Counting only blue, not green, so you can say I'm racist
I came with the gang, genocide, we ending races
And I be staying lowkey, even if I'm f*ckin' famous
I don't need no complications
We finna leave your ass nameless
Stick your face up on the pavement
Why are you always complaining?
If you wanna talk sh*t, talk your sh*t to f*cking Pitfall
He-he-he-he said he gon' make it, then I typed 'lol'
Told me to take off the autotune, I told him "p*ss off"
We know you just really is irrelevant so hop off
[Chorus: Twikipedia]
Tell me what the f*ck you want from me
I just really need some f*cking peace
Tell me what the f*ck you want from me
I just really need some f*cking peace

[Verse 2: Pitfall]
Pay me (f*ck you!)
Yeah, you love to talk your sh*t, but how can you still claim it
Kick sh*t with you everyday, now you wanna betray me
Ditch him and your whole career, you better come repay me
(Shut the f*ck up!)
I'mma need it in advanced
Money in the envelope or I'mma pop your mans
How you talk your sh*t and wearing vans
Shootin' bullets at your legs, watch you do your little dance
(Sector clear!)
No, really, I don't f*cking know you
Kickin' sh*t, I'm with your b*tch but she say she don't know you
I been shooting hollow points, I'll trust they're gonna go through
On the count of ten, you better run, know I will hunt you

[Chorus: Twikipedia]
Tell me what the f*ck you want from me
I just really need some f*cking peace
Tell me what the f*ck you want from me
I just really need some f*cking peace