Letra de END CREDITS! - JPEGMAFIA

You pull up to a red light

A man jerks your door open, says

"Out of the car, I'm taking your car"

You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me"

You know what I do?

I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead

And spill his brains all over the concrete

You think you know me

Uh, bitch, I write a scene on your life

And I only rap out of spite

Loss is the theme of my life

After the steam and the hype, dawg

This is my career, not a dice

Never take L's to a light

Bitch, I am impervious to type

So young, bucking at advice

New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Hahaha)

Uh, fit for a Joker, need a Harley

Don Callis never been a carny

And you know we showin' out for Darby

Me and Tina bucking back at Ike

You a diva, we gon' drop the mic

New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Ah)

Uh, why would I show you my hand?

I put on a show on demand

I was on the show, who a fan?

These boys never made a profit

You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it

I see who y'all biggin', but it's gas

Grown men co-sign trash

Log off, go find bags

Two Glocks tucked in a bag

New switches, they gon' get attached

And they said we never gonna last

Death loop, you ain't comin' back

Them tweets cost you a life

You ain't had a hand in the hype

(Nah, man)

Uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life

And I only rap out of spite

Loss is the theme of my life

After the steam and the hype, dawg

I'm Arn Anderson

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