BALD! - JPEGMAFIA

Yeah

Fuck that, whoa, uh

Fuck that bitch, I changed the plan

Switch my style like I switch hands

Block the witness, take the stand

Fuck out the way bitch, back it up

Shit better get played in a palace (Word)

I can’t treat niggas like big deals

Why put up a front?

I’m callous

Bald (Ha), I look like Ray Allen (Real)

These niggas make beats on big wheels

Yo' files is not a challenge (Nah)

Boy, you can’t rap for shit

Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent

Hairline proof God needs balance

Bald

(I'm makin' waves, bro)

Uh, look, I’m cashin' out

Young Darby I’m taggin' in

They gon' bring your casket out

I hope that you fit in it (Ooh)

What you doin', babe?

How you get caught with no Gat?

(Yeah, yeah)

You niggas must got no pride

Peggy gon' give you no slack, for real

'Cause you pussy

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Keep my business off the 'Gram

Switch my style like I switch hands

Goin' to war on foreign land

Fuck out the way bitch, back it up

Shit better get played in a palace

Wait, uh, I can’t treat niggas like big deals (Yeah)

These toys don’t come with no kid’s meal

Been there, done that, done seen it

Not my girl but I fuck her like she is (Sad)

They be fucking up my lyrics on Genius

And these pussy ass critics repeat it

Been the same since Even Stevens

Y’all niggas switch like the seasons (Facts)

Y’all lives ain’t got no meanin' (Why)

And them deals ain’t got no freedom

I can’t just loop it and leave it

Gotta smack it up, rip it up, and eat it (Yeah, ha)

You can’t feed your kid 'cause you spent that shit on your car (You broke)

Tape my hands, I’m going over squares' heads like a VCR (Ha)

Bald