MissingNo. (OG) lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck this
Oh, no no
Oh no, no, no, no, oh
Nooo, no-no-no

[Chorus]
Uh, burn
Forty up in my car seat (Forty in my car seat)
Baby, I know you want that (Baby, I know you want that)
Everything, I earned it (Everything, I earned it)
Bet you think you could burn that (Bet you think you could burn that)
Twenty for my n*ggas (Twenty for my n*ggas)
Forty for my hoes (Forty for my hoes)
Got me surfin' up the fire (Surfin' up the fire)
Like I'm looking for a MissingNo

[Verse 1]
Uh, one b*tch told me we would be together (Motherf*cker)
Liar, f*cking cheater
You a dog, from that leader (Uh-huh)
Got my heater on my left side (What?)
Smack you 'till you cross-eyed (Yeah)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, dead, b*tch
Take this as a short side (Mhm)
I log onlinе to see changed status (Yeah)
Hoe, I thought wе was married? (Word)
Now you livin' single, well, hoe, I got that Kratos
For yo' b*tchass, think fast (Yeah)
Get up in that ass, like quick-fast
In a hurry, not a worry ([?])
I cut the phone lines, nobody's dropping dimes ([?])
Who the f*ck got a phone in 2011 anyway?
I ain't seen one since I was seven (Yeah, uh)
In the 90s, when everything was 480-IP (f*ck is that?)
Screaming "Generation Y" and wondering, "Why me?"
I'm a real good n*gga (Uh-huh)
Got real good credit (Uh-huh)
I paid off all my car notes, don't drink and I rare smoke (Uh-huh)
So why the f*ck you bench me, coach?
Why the f*ck you bench me, coach? (Word)
I'm so good at courting, that while I'm playing four-string
Six-man, kickstand
b*tch slap, open hand, uh
Now you dead and you’re cross-eyed
[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Murder, murder, murder, I been thinking about this killing spree (b*tch!)
I will murder you and then I'll turn around and murder me (Sike!)
Say you never heard of me, well, please do me this courtesy (Uh huh, uh huh)
And come on out this versus screen, man up, baby, don't scream (Man up, baby, don't scream motherf*cker!)
My god, my word and my car (Car)
All I f*cking have now is nuts to the wall (Nuts to the wall)
And I'm on my Anne Bisson, poison like ricin (Bisson, Bisson!)
Mr. Officer, we got this Bubblegum Crisis, lord (Bubblegum Crisis!)
I'm goin' in, I'm Breaking Bad (I'm going in, I'm breaking bad)
I'm on the fringe, better watch yo' ass (I'm on the fringe, b*tch!)
So out of sight when we was f*cking (Uh huh, yeah)
Maybe 'cause I never, ever, saw you coming, uh (What?)
I'm pullin' all these model b*tches meals (Uh huh)
'Cause nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, on the real (Skinny feels, on the real)
It's a sign of the times (It's a sign of the times)
Tick-tock, motherf*cker, it's going down, uh (Tick-tock, motherf*cker, it's going down, woo!)
I don't have to rhyme, it comes from the heart (Uh huh, b*tch)
But sometimes I don't know where to start
And then I end up at this finish line killing time (And then I— finish line, killing time!)
You must be Big Ben 'cause your ass is mine (Why? True)
Depression and windows, whatchu got in common? (Yeah)
We're both going through
[Bridge]
Woo!
Aye, that's what the f*ck I'm talking about right there, n*gga
Aye, Generation Y sh*t right there, n*gga
f*ck these b*tches, n*gga
f*ck that sh*t, don't give these b*tches power, man
Aye, these bi— n*ggas put the pus*y on the pedestal, n*gga
f*ck the pus*y, I kick the pus*y off the pedestal, n*gga
Then I go and pick the pus*y up, throw it in the trash, then go buy some more pus*y
That’s how I do it, n*gga, f*ck that sh*t
f*ck these hoes, n*gga, I throw these b*tches out the windows, n*gga
Yo f*ck— Aye, whoo!
That’s how I earn my respect, n*gga
That's how you get respect from these hoes
You throw them hoes off a building
They ain't never cross you again, you know why?
'Cause they dead, n*gga
Woo! Dead b*tches go where, n*gga?
Where? Woo!
n*gga, this song is so goddamn awesome
n*gga, you— woo!
n*gga, you gotta have a knife in yo’ hand to listen to this sh*t right here, n*gga
Oh, let me tell you, man
I was listening to this song with my b*tch
Her damn titties started itchin’, she was like “Oh, I love this song!”
I was like “Goddamn right, b*tch!”
Then I kicked that b*tch out the window
Went to Taco Bell, n*gga
Two chalupas, two!
Real n*ggas only like even numbers, motherf*cker
That’s right, f*ck I look like?
Generation Y, 90’s babies in this b*tch, n*gga
Woo!
[Outro]
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya’ body from side to side!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna show you how (Everybody get down tonight!)
S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party, ho!)
Gonna take you high (Shake ya’ body from side to side!)