JPEGMAFIA – BALD! Lyrics

F— that b—- I changed plan
Switch my style like I switch hands
Block the witness take the stand
F— out the way b—- back it up
S— better get played in a palace
I cant treat n—– like big deals
Why put up a front I’m callous
BALD!
I look like Ray Allen
These n—– make beats on big wheels
Yo files is not a challenge
Boy u cant rap for s—
Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent
Hairline proof God needs balance
BALD!

Look I’m cashing out
Young Darby I’m tagging in
They gon’ bring your casket out
I hope that u fit in it
OOOOO
What u doing babe
How u get caught with no gat
U n—– must got no pride
Peggy gon’ give u no slack foreal
Cuz u p—-

Keep my business off the gram
Switch my style like I switch hands
Going to war, on foreign land
F— out the way b—- back it up
S— better get played in a palace
Wait
I cant treat n—– like big deals
These toys don’t come with no kids meal
Been there done that done seen it
Not my girl but I f— her like she is
They be F—— up my lyrics on genius
And these p—- a– critics repeat it
Been the same since Even Stevens
Yall n—– switch with like the seasons
Y’all lives ain’t got no meaning
And them deals ain’t got no freedom
I cant just loop it and leave it
Gotta smack it up rip it up and eat it
HA!
U cant feed your kid because
u spent that s— on your car
Tape my hands I’m going over squares heads like a VCR
HA!
BALD!