SCORN lyrics

[Intro: Jasiah]
Hold up, sh*t, hold up, sh*t, hold up
Hold up, sh*t, hold up, sh*t, hold up
Hold up, sh*t, hold up, ayy
Yeah, ayy (dwilly make it weird, go)

[Verse 1: Jasiah]
Beat your ass down 'cause I got time, lil' b*tch (b*tch)
They don't like my sound 'cause in your mind it don't make sense
Do you get this feeling because I know this sh*t intense (Yeah)
Don't got no friends, but I need a place to fit
Don't face the real 'cause I can see straight through your lens (pus*y)
Can't match my energy, I swear it make you sh*t yourself
I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke, inhale
pus*y tried to fight me but you won't prevail

[Chorus: Jasiah]
You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My n*ggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
All of you can suck my di*k
One, two, three b*tches on me
All of them have sucked my di*k
I got on a plain white tee
I wish that it had your pic on it, that would fill me with glee
That would make me so happy
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
All of my n*ggas are gettin' paid with me
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
Racks in the pockets of my jeans
Q, R, S, n*gga, T, U, V
I put a Quaalude in codeine
W, X, b*tch, Y and Z
Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green
[Chorus: Jasiah]
You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My n*ggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh

[Bridge: Lil Darkie, Jasiah & Both]
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 3: Jasiah]
I just descend into madness, uh
Count all this money, forget all the sadness (Yeah)
I got a b*tch and I'm breakin' her back
Smokin' my di*k like an motherf*ckin' addict (Haha)
I'm in that b*tch and she tell me who that is (Baow, baow)
Skeet in her eye, eye, aye-aye captain
f*ckin' with me, put a hole in your chest
b*tch ass n*gga, you look just like Raditz
And I'm tryna get this money, but I know it's all the same
All these n*ggas play like Abel, but they know they really Cain (Ew)
You ain't- You ain't got no flavor, b*tch, you taste like Raising Cane's (Gang)
If your mental stable, then I know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
Know that- know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
[Chorus: Jasiah]
You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My n*ggas not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then put you on a white tee, uh