Virgil Abloh Roasted for Only Donating $50 to Protesters

Today in the crumbling of the celebrity-industrial complex, cult Off-White designer Virgil Abloh is being eviscerated online for donating a mere $50 to a Miami community bail fund.

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As protests have sprung up in over 75 cities following the deaths of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade and others, bail funds are freeing people jailed for rallying against police killings. Dozens of funds raised hundreds of thousands of dollars from via “match me” threads. While everyday people are chipping in between $25-50, celebrities are making hefty donations commensurate with their income. Rapper Noname encouraged her celebs followers to copy her $1,000 donation to the Minnesota Freedom Fund: Earthgang, Smino, 6LACK, Jessie Reyez, J.I.D, Rico Nasty, Yara Shahidi, Kehlani, Aminé and others all matched. Chrissy Teigen donated $100,000, then doubled it after being pressed by followers.

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“The Miami community ~ i’m crazy inspired. for the kids in the streets that need bail funds for George Floyd protests,” Abloh posted on his Insta story along with a screenshot of donation receipt for Fempower Mia, a Miami art collective that’s been providing food to and bailing out protesters. “Matching the local energy,” he added.

Given that Abloh’s net worth is reportedly between $4 and 15 million, and his brand is best known for $1,000 sweatshirts and $275 “industrial” belts, his check being the same as unemployed recent college and high school grads or underpaid New York City writers hit people the wrong way.

Trolls updated Abloh’s Wikipedia entry to read “Virgil ‘Cheap Ass’ Abloh” and are flooding his mentions with price comparisons between his products and his donation.



Abloh is also under fire for moralizing about looting, after protesters damaged Sean Wotherspoon’s stores Round Two and Round Two vintage in Hollywood in Miami. “This is fucked up,” he commented on Wotherspoon’s post about his store. “You see the passion blood sweat and tears Sean puts in for our culture. This disgusts me.” Wotherspoon himself replied to a distressed commenter: “I can’t stress enough, our shops are not what you should be worried about… We need our world to change, people should all be treated equal.” Marc Jacobs, after his store was vandalized, also expressed empathy for protesters. “A life cannot be replaced,” he captioned a photo of his graffitied Los Angeles store.

Celebs like Ariana Grande, Tinashe, Kali Uchis, Lil Yachty, Nick Cannon, Jamie Foxx, J. Cole, Michael B. Jordan, Amandla Stenberg, Kendrick Sampson, Porsha Williams, John Cusack, Camila Cabello, Shawn Mendes, Halsey and more have all actually shown up to protests in their home cities.

Of course, there’s plenty of white celebs who are also doing the least, or worse. Kylie and Kendall Jenner, Cara Delevingne et al were roasted for re-posting an Insta story chain post (“Tag 10 people who will not break the black lives matter chain”) instead of donating or turning out to protests. Jake Paul was spotted trashing a store for sport in Scottsdale, AZ (he’s denied he was looting), and Heidi Klum briefly tweeted an “All Lives Matter” graphic before deleting.

Related | Lil Yachty, Tinashe, Nick Cannon, More Celebs Join Protests

Celebrities’ ignorance about the protests adds to growing mass contempt for the rich and famous, already stoked by the pandemic’s clear class divide. Unclear when the revolution will hit Calabasas, but at least we can expect a Notes app screenshot from Abloh soon.

Donate to Fempower’s bail fund here.

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Chance the Rapper – Let’s Go on the Run Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh,  ooh

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey  there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve  got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s  go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s  time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
I get my feet loose
I  got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
Sittin’, just waitin’ for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend

[Verse 2: Knox Fortune]
She broke up with her boyfriend
The people wanna know what he said
They wanna know the way how
You can break her heart like that
Do you know I could see someone with personality?
Someone who doesn’t think like me
Someone who doesn’t feel like me
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Check, check, check)
Ch-Check it out

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Baby, we dippin’, tell me who’s whippin’
Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin’
These niggas lame
They think they different
With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin’
I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol’ house
With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
Get outta here
Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered
We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Bridge: Chance the Rapper]
(Ooh)
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
Don’t hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it’s gettin’ late
The mattress just can’t inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu’ and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
Piss like urinal cakes
I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh

Kevin Gates – Sober State of Mind Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Structure, pick up pieces to the puzzle
And I don’t have a problem following the right instruction
Sober state of mind, everybody ’round me druggin’
Had to go and grind, everybody ’round me hustlin’
See I wanna shine, but they shit on me for nothin’
I was broke, but in front the hoe, shit on me in public
Talk about me foul, it was sickening to my stomach
Make me wanna draw down, you know, jump out, go to bustin’
It’s gon’ take a while, this big bitch, it hold a hundred
Nick Cannon with percussion, with two sticks, I go to drummin’
A lot of niggas I know, fucked the bitch that I was lovin’
Utterly rejected, made me feel like I was nothin’
I’m the butt of the Joke, had me feeling like a sucker
And when I come around, they look at each other and chuckle
Following my heart, I got my mind made up
It’s nowhere else from here but run the money way up

[Chorus]
I’ve been dying inside for a long time now
Crying out loud, but I’m all cried out
Striving to survive, I took the wrong way out
But they’ll say I’m the greatest when it all play out
Dying inside, tryna turn the game around
You don’t know what I done been through, please don’t throw your weight around
All my life it been a struggle, I let everyone down, and felt like giving up, when I was all prayed out

[Verse 2]
Tryna leave the game alone and get along with my life
I’m tryna marry something fresh here, no longer my height
I did some wrongs and some rights, I’m in the Rover all night
Up and focused on types, new three-fifty on ice
May peace be with the fallen soldiers, pouring lean over ice
Pointing fingers all day, in different stereotypes
Took a brick and broke it down, sell it to straight to an importer
I’m tryna find out what I’m getting, I’m respected, I’m important
I’m connected, giving orders, I can stretch it when I’m chargin’
I just pull up in a foreign, say a lot, I just was walkin’
Nigga, fuck you, you just talkin’, we get stronger, moving sharper
Now I’m smarter, moving cautious, with the tint on the window
Say you love me, hold it down and don’t pretend on a nigga
I protected you for real, that mean I’m really your nigga
Blessed you with two-fifty, bitch get back in the building
Get the strap, take twenty flat, you better not rat on a nigga

[Chorus]
I’ve been dying inside for a long time now
Crying out loud, but I’m all cried out
Striving to survive, I took the wrong way out
But they’ll say I’m the greatest when it all play out
Dying inside, tryna turn the game around
You don’t know what I done been through, please don’t throw your weight around
All my life it been a struggle, I let everyone down, and felt like giving up, when I was all prayed out

Childish Gambino – Money Baby lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Dramatic nigga!)
Stone Mountain
Childish
Dram (Gangsta grizzle!)

[Pre-Hook: Childish Gambino]
I like smokin’ loud, I like being me
I might drop them bars, that AT&T
I like makin’ moves, I like being King
If you like that ballin’, I show you what that ballin’ be

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 1]
Fly girl, she named Beatle
Clothes off, she don’t need ’em
Animals, she don’t eat ’em
Hungry for it, I feed her, uh, I feed her
You already know that I feed her
I don’t mess with them fuck boys, she said I don’t either
She said I’m gone eat her, attitude so diva
Got a big place like Scarface, treat her ass like Elvira
Skin tone godiva, smokin’ on that cheeba
Girl you got me so hypnotized that thang be givin’ me fever
Let me get it
Take her to Kauai, fucked on the beach
Fucked on the floor, we ain’t gotta speak
Beach, getting high like a motherfuck
Royalty the team so you know what’s up
Kitty so good, let me beat it up, kitty so good I could sleep in it
Hollow tip flow sending shots to my enemies
Niggas who tried to Nick Cannon me
Thoughts were so bad that I pleaded insanity
Bottles, I pop me a case
Live on the radio bought me a place
This is my summer of love
Yea, all these bitches is down
But never put nothin’ above

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 2]
Kick it like Kazuya
This game is how we maneuver
There’s plenty fish in the sea and I treat them groupies like grouper
My life inside a computer, back up my soul to the cloud
Funny we show ’em class and they call me the class clown
Money is in my jeans, best believe that it’s passed down
Got the room thumpin, she tell me don’t stop
I mean really don’t stop
I must be doing something
Something really on point, something really on point
Now she look back at it
But she give me that look when I gotta dip out
Stop being Dramatic (DRAMATIC!)
Can’t nobody do it like this
Forgot her name as soon as I hit
Got that buzz, the phone was silent
Run the game, that’s us
Fort Knox, gold bars
Let her get it on both sides, I did it all, with no cosign
And I’m ballin’ like I give a fuck
Now they know wassup
Smokin’ like she wanna fuck
We are not in love, she’s a grown up
And I’m so childish
Still that’s my bitch
We waste our time with all this

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

Desiigner – Zombie Walk (feat. King Savage) lyrics

[Intro: Desiigner]
Get out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
Drum on the K

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I’m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
You could get hit up, just watch what you say
Don’t fuck with the 12, but got 12 in the gauge
Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
Niggas start feelin’ a couple of ways
Damian Lillard, blaze
Smoking on dope, haze
Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
Got infrared beam on the stage
The coco, the chronic, cocaine
Feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
Hit it, hit it, hey
Chill in the trap for the winter
Pockets full of that dead nigga
Niggas be talking that wigga
I’ma keep stackin’ my jigga
Lot of killers in the West
Young nigga tryna get up
Pick up, fall, get up
Pussy, fall get up
And I got bad bitch, she with me
Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
I got her mom in the kitchen
Bout to go in the back room with her sister
I’m the man, I’m the nigga
Niggas didn’t know I’m that nigga
Some niggas not them real niggas
Got to watch out for them niggas

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk

[Verse 2: King Savage]
I’m just smoking on dope and it’s fucking my brains
I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
Savage nigga, like to play with them things
He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
My niggas fucked up the cake
They do anything, they switching them lanes
I stay with Scottie Pippen
Leave your body limpin’ when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
Bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
I’m sipping on Actavis
I call that doctor-drink
Nick Cannon, got the drum
I think that that the beat
I keep that thing on me
No you can’t hang with me
The chopper go bang with me
Them niggas can’t hang with me

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk

Migos – Auto Pilot lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Huncho, woo
What time it is? eleven o’clock?
Let’s roll

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Probably think it’s outlandish (outlandish)
But my business too fancy (yeah)
Ooh, sweet like candy (sweet)
Yeah, jumpin’ off Banshees (go)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (brrt)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
Young nigga trap dismantling (trap, drip)
That’s that secret sauce (secret)
Huncho be’s the boss (be’s it)
Huncho pissed ’em off (peezed it)
Huncho freezed ’em all (I freezed it)
I bought a bitch that bag (bag)
Told her pull up with no drawers (pull up)
Young nigga from the Nawf (skrrt)
Put in her goddamn mouth, yeah (Nawf, Nawf)
Run in the goddamn house (run in)
Sticks on the motherf*ckin’ couch (sticks)
Bricks in the wall and the owl (bricks)
Clean it up, clean it up now (clean it up)
Chopper ring, drumline, Nick Cannon (ring, ring)
Hundred racks in the Gucci fanny (Gucci)
12 behind me in a Pontiac, damn it (skrrt)
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, ram it
Bro sayin’, bust ’em, nigga don’t jam it (bust)
Nigga pull up looking just like mechanics (hey)
Plug lingo, he talking in Spanish (lingo)
Wrap ’em and put ’em through traffic (lingo)
Nigga won’t catch me lacking (won’t catch me)
Pull up and catch him in traffic (won’t catch me)
Pull up and park it at Magic (skrrt)
Hitman, paid the assassin

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ooh, shake him out his shoes
When it come to the gang gang we can’t lose (lose)
If it is not ’bout them benjamins then I refuse (to what)
To ever have a conversation (conversate)
Hotboxing, there’s no ventaliation (uh-uh)
Sipping on drank and I snooze (drank)
Prescription is my medication (mines)
Forget all your fears and face it (face it)
Pick up that cup and taste it (mm)
I break the heart on a bitch like I’m breaking a brick
But later in life she’ll thank me (she’ll thank me)
Cookin’ ’em over the stovetop
Grabbin’ that pot, I was anxious (anxious)
I left my sack for them old knots (a lot)
We call ’em old, they ancient (ancient)
They put a wanted sign up at my shows
‘Cause we the group that’s dangerous (dangerous)
I’m a big dog, Bingo
Them niggas my niggas still walkin’ ’round stainless (steel)
Don’t think just ’cause niggas moving silent that my niggas won’t get violent
Need no stylist for my styling, on the private, autopilot (phew)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Two tone Patek (Patek), yeah, two tone baddies (baddie)
Five hundred racks in the attic (racks)
Two-two-three, the fifty made of plastic (brrt)
Eating up the drip like cabbage (eat)
Lost his brain when I put him on acid (lost his brain)
You niggas lame, tryna copy my habits (You niggas lame)
The whole gang having stains, having karats (whole gang)
Birds singing like Barry (brrt)
Skeletons singing like Mary (hey)
Say what I say, you a parrot (copy me)
I got riches and don’t even wear it (riches)
Take a nigga bitch like a hostage here (come on)
The bitch got excited by the lobster suit (bitch)
We pop the Glock like a rasta do (vrrt, vrrt)
Old niggas call me big dawg and salute (old)
I sneeze, the racks achoo (achoo)
When I peep, I’m quick to buy you (vrrt, vrrt)
Got you sick when I sleep with your boo (ehh)
I could pool to make mils out the booth (M&M’s)
I got water, let’s take us a cruise (splash splash)
Get the pot then I give ’em the blues (uh)
Your neck is not wet, it is fu (fugazi)
Bitch catch a play in the Uber (bitch)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

Terror Jr – Heartbreaks (Bop City 2: Terrorising Album)

[Verse 1]
I’ve been broken enough
I guess I haven’t been wishing and hoping enough
Like a liquor store, I never stay open enough
You said you like it rough but you ain’t choking enough
(Choking enough)

[Verse 2]
So, I’m not tough enough?
Give me leather gloves and I’ll cut you up
O.J., baby, with the double cup
Vitamin C’s got us up past three, on all fours like an ATV
Sunglasses on, like fuck what you see
You can have your medicine, I want my ADD
Runnin’ out of lip gloss
So I gotta bleed if I wanna make my lips pop

[Chorus]
Pressure in my nose, it goes drip-drop
Tick-tock, tellin’ time, no wrist-watch
You say you’re sick, but you just cough
Runnin’ laps ’round these bitches in my flip flops

[Post-Chorus]
(Flip flops? Flip flops!
Oh my god, bitch, you got new flip flops!)

[Verse 3]
Sendin’ naked pictures on your iPhone
But you only fuck her with your eyes closed
Cook it, no spatula
Fuck Dracula; I’m drivin’ stakes through The Bachelor

[Verse 4]
Replaces roses with Cosby double-doses
Put Omarosa on a rollercoaster without any lotion
Nick Cannon in a room with Steve Bannon
This wasn’t a crash landing
Each other, we can’t abandon
This is deeper than some deep throat
We can’t breathe if we can’t…
Lost at sea in the same boat
My heart breaks, but I don’t

Off the wall – XXXTentacion ft. Ski Mask lyrics

Lyrics XXXTentacion – Off the wall

Since you never gave a damn in the first place
Maybe it’s time you had the tables turned
‘Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty
Man nearly kill.(off the wall)

Cigarettes, haha
Off the lean, off the drink
Ayy ayy ayy, ohhhh, huuuh
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayyyy!

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet.

When I d*ckd*ckd*ckd*ckd*ckd*ck that b*tch
And she see Jesus on some rapture s**t
Throw my balls at her Pokémon
Ash Ketchum s**t
Cause I’m fly like a newborn baby wombat wing
Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat ting
I want some head I’m thinkin’ of zombies thing
Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken
Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
Tell these pus*y rappers that it’s time to vacay
Rob your lady versuri-lyrics.info
Told her put her hands up high in the air
Like she ’bout to hit the Nae Nae
They say I’m cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray
Can’t control the nigga like we shootin’ from the AK
But I kill these rappers I’m a walking breathing, payday
[?] nigga got the Ray Rays
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Better do you or do way way, fade away
You sippin’ Haterade, I’m sippin’ Gatorade
With the lean in it and I call it the fadeaway
I’m so toxic, f*ck, hop up on my d*ck
I think I’m a pilot, ’cause she in my cockpit
Plumber, uh, pop it
Catfish like I Skyped it
Did her ASAP like Rocky
Rockin’ in my motherf*ckin’
Rockin’ rockin’ in my motherf*ckin’.

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet.

When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that b*tch
I’ma make that booty jiggle, it’s a kickback b*tch
She gon’ rub my Dragon Balls, let her make one wish
What is that?
She just wanna take the Young Dagger d*ck
Ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy
She off the Molly she wanna take seven d*ck
Body to body, that’s MC Dagger, b*tch
Think I’m Illuminati ’cause I got money b*tch
Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J
b*tch I hit it first
So I went and hit the Nae Nae
Coming in hot like a missile pus*y, hey bae
f*cking bust a nigga, make him “up, up, and away” ayy
Watch this, uppercut, Super Smash Melee
I just made her spin on my d*ck like a Beyblade
I be like a spinach, I don’t know you [?]
Humina humina, black fist on my way-ay
No Chris Brown, f*ck her, make her look at me now
When I’m in the pus*y say “Oww”
You got no etiquette, just beginning like Genesis
Can you give me a rapper that I’m not better than?
Revenge jean, I think I might OD on sauce
I don’t rock Supreme
Said my d*ck gonna cum and about to last like ever since
When a white, wh-wh-white, wh-wh-white, okay like
Big black, d*ck in your mama mouth
Pull it back, push ya whole wig back
Tic tac, your breath really be you
Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac
Big pump, Cobain, Cobain
Leave a pus*y nigga with no brain, okay
Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him “Olay!”
I’ma pull that pistol, make ’em miss another, ayyyy!

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet, ayyy.
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[Intro: Desiigner]
Get out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
Drum on the K

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I’m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
You could get hit up, just watch what you say
Don’t fuck with the 12, we got 12 in the gauge
Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
Niggas start feelin’ a couple of ways
Damian Lillard, blaze
Smoking on dope, haze
Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
Got infrared beam on the stage
The coco, the chronic, cocaine
Feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
Hit it, hit it, hey
Chill in the trap for the winter
Pockets fuller than that nigga
Niggas be talking that wigga
I’ma keep stackin’ my jigga
Lot of killers in the way
Young nigga tryna get up
Pick up, four, get up
Pussy, forget her
And I got bad bitch, she with me
Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
I got her mom in the kitchen
Bout to go in the back room with her sister
I’m the man, I’m the nigga
Niggas didn’t know I’m that nigga
Some niggas not them real niggas
Got to watch out for them niggas

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

[Verse 2: King Savage]
I’m just smoking on dope and it’s fucking my brains
I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
Savage nigga, like to play with them things
He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
My niggas fucked up the cake
They do anything, they switching them lanes
I stay with Scottie Pippen
Leave your body limpin’ when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
Bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
I’m sipping on Actavis
I call that that the drink
Nick Cannon, got the drum
I think that that the beat
I keep that thing on me
No you can’t hang with me
The chopper go bang with me
Them niggas can’t hang with me

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk