GAHDAMN!

By Control

Released on April 9, 2021

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[Verse:]

Wokeuplikethis, drip harder than an IV

R.I.P, Die Lit like Carti

Got Slick talk no J.I.D

Get off my dick if you wanna fight me

I see you hate that mumble rap shit

Got no flow but your bars are spat quick

Better spend time relapsing

Cuz your substance is kinda lacking

Look, it don’t sound right when you write

But you’d wanna be a wright when you aim for the sky

No Travesty when I’m Flying High

Like the flow’s in a Rodeo time for me to ride

Oh my, what cadence can’t decide

When you send that track, I won’t reply

Got your Mamacita heated like an Apple Pie

That’s Wasted bro, no GTA V

Hate my voice, still go tour

That shit’s my bass, but it ain’t no flaw

Can’t talk, I just gotta rap my thoughts

Of course, you can only ever act out yours

Oh Gahdamn, bitch better not press pause

Shut up, when I roll up with the blacked out panes

Better run that way, no pity in the game

That terminal velocity, give it to em plain

Get it, my boy been taking off

Watch Me go savage I’m doing A Lot

Like an eager achiever, creating my spot

I said fuck second place, and I came for the Top

Like Dawg

Never give a fuck about what you say

Pick another bitch up, that’s my Tuesday

Usain, shit run it back for the replay

Blow my dick like a motherfucking B day

Shit, I meant Jay

Cuz I got blueprints like Hova made

A lot more than 3, no fade away

Better use your Logic, I’m attaining pay

Look, fuck you other rappers

That wanna diss me when I have your back

Act like rap shit’s in your jeans

I Guess it makes sense why you’re so damn slack

Lose my shit, when you send those shots

Got an iced out watch, but you can’t read clocks

And you wanna diss me, say that I use bots

But I got my support, cause the work never stops

Like Yuck, I Push that shit to a T

But in my clips, might be deceived

I’m actually a pretty humble guy

But when the mic is on Ima touch the sky

Look, your whole life is a fiasco

Hot from a song like I put it in tobasco

Macro, puff on a cigar like Castro

Put you in a loop get dragged like a lasso

Call it my bread? Call it my fetta

Tomato/tomato I call it bruschettta

This shit is whatever So shout to Quadeca

I’m getting No Deal but I’m setting the records, you get it?

Gahdamn!