herd lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
Don't put me in bullsh*t I’m very evolved
Who do you? Big up yall n*ggas is flaw
I pay my rent with a mic and DAW
I walk on that stage with whole lotta gaw
Pardon my french, pardon my textin'
I'm not impressed what I already heard
You think you different, you part of the herd
Even if they say you the goat, and you think you the goat
Bruh you still on a farm (Okay)
Why you wanna be in the field so bad
The bar is not up the par (Okay)
That wigger is not one of us (No, sir)
I don’t give a f*ck if beat hot (Okay)
The sh*t that I do, call me EGOT (Yes, sir)
I can not beef with a biatch (Okay)
That n*gga ride like di*k see saw
Skin all black like goth, they turn the off light and I turn into MIA
M.I.A I'm throwing my money on hoes like paper planes
f*ck how many bodies you got I'm telling you now i don't taste the same
Get in my way, I don't switch sh*t b*tch, I blow up the lane
Working all night 'n day
Rapping and sleepy they up the gain
Feel geriatric, I need the cane
Money and pus*y what else to gain
I'm not a local I'm coast to coast
Space ghost got the fame
I hit the nic’ with the BIC with the flame
When she with me she is not ya dame
[Verse 2: Felix]
It’s so many choices now, if I still had to pick I'd prolly choose none
This b*tch heart pourin’, now tryna lean on me, had to double my cup
This flow gettin' boring now, I'm thinking bout now I should change sh*t up
Twenties, fifties, I need hundreds
They take shine but they can't take thunder
She drain pipes, wanna be my plumber
pus*y bald, look like stone cold stunner
And that sh*t wet, bite back piranha
And I punch in, no hesi Honda
I make n*ggas tuck in they summers
Just like drag but instead I drag
My nuts on your face when I’m dunkin' on you
Bank account look like: "zero, comma, zero zero zero, comma"
I get Os like the circle in karma, what goes around
Comes around just like tetherball, I don't wanna get involved
n*ggas is drama and they petty
Not talkin bout sum, talkin' bout many
n*ggas be beating on they ex like BNY
Now they face up on the ground like pennies
Keep your 2¢, you ain't got plenty
I won't get 'em on, give me my spot
I won't get 'em on, give me my spot
I won't get 'em on, give me my spot
Give me my spot