Rav – Footwork Lyrics
Artist: Rav
Song: Footwork
I can’t stand myself
Rhymes so dope that I stan myself
My footwork got Tarantino hitting my phone
Wild wolf, bite every hand I’m dealt
Better grab that belt, and you better grab that helmet
I’ma go where I wanna go, man I’m selfish
Real sh#t, always gone as fast as I felt, woah
Pelvis thrust through the club, speakin’ elvish
Short king, y’all couldn’t stand out if you had stilts
That’s real, true story, poppin’ advil
‘Cause the truth do hurt: truth is you lack skill
Why? Y’all playin’, man I can’t explain
Cut me off, y’all still feel me like phantom pain
Get a grip, get a fancy chain
Maybe candy paint a whip to amass some praise
Still won’t ascertain my orangutan flows
Pass me the mic and anything goes
My circle got the best angles
Feel haters’ hands all around my ankles
Stick my dick in the butt of the whole rap game going, “This and a blunt.”
When you got brain, why you listen to gut?
Glass half empty ’til I piss in your cup
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
Let me talk to you, you m#th*rf#ck*rs
Poppin’ off I’m number one
In person why you suckers duckin’
Mad cause it’s been a couple years
But now the ugly duckling f#ckin’ up the game
And I’m not finna f#ckin’ stop for nothin’
Uh, skull passion
f#ck your drip, my wave is so fashion, yuh
f#ck what you been blasting, yo
I don’t wanna play that sh#t, no
Y’all flows still lackin’
Your words mean jackshit, bro
All talk, no action, though, uh!
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From the album:
Time-Tested [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019