JPEGMAFIA – Beta Male Strategies lyrics

[Intro]
Hahahahaha, haha
Mm (Oh), mm, mm, mm
Ain't no details, ain't no conversation
Ain't no real money in rap, nigga
It's all retail, shit, retail, uh (Hahaha, haha)
Niggas be talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
I tell 'em, "Pull up, bitch"
Cease to exist (Alright)
You gon' ease to exist
Don't get exposed, nigga (Sucka)
Keep code, nigga
Only in it for the cash, I'm a gold digger (Uh)
Shitpost, nigga
When I die, my tombstone's Twitter, Twitter
Say

[Verse 1]
Ain't no details (Nah), ain't no conversations (Nah)
Ain't no real money in rap (Shut up), it's all retail (Facts, yeah)
It's all outrage (For real), y'all put this pussy in the prime position (For real)
Young Peggy, I'm a false prophet
Bringin' white folks this new religion
My fans need new addictions (Say it)
Niggas be talking shit (Talkin' shit)
I tell 'em, "Pull up, bitch"
Cease to exist (Exist man)
Don't get exposed, nigga (Pack, uh)
Keep code, nigga
Only in it for the cash, I'm a gold digger (Ooh)
Shitpost, nigga

[Verse 2]
Aight, we gon' do it like this
Say what you said on Twitter right now (Right now, exactly, nigga)
You only brave with a board and a mouse (Uh-huh)
You wasn't talkin' when I put you in the ground (Sucka)
Don't leave the house
Don't get capped by a nigga in a motherfuckin' gown

[Chorus]
Fuck (Huh, huh)
Fuck
Phew, phew, phew (Oh)
Fuck
Phew, phew, fuck
Ah, ah
Ah (Thank God)

[Verse 3]
These niggas fragile (Thank God)
Rap been so good to me, I hope it gets me canceled (Oh)
Y'all hope that I'll be dead soon (Huh)
Ooh, bitch I'm must be scarin' you (Hey, oh)
I packed the fix in case you bitches want a scandal, I came (Huh)
Glock with the dick, y'all be typin' it (Yeah)
But y'all ain't gonna do shit (Shit)
Never in your pussy ass life

[Chorus]
Fuck
Fuck
Phew, phew, phew (Oh)
Fuck
Phew, phew, fuck

[Outro]
Hahaha, hahahaha
Ha, bitch, ha, hm
Ha, yeah, haha