Orbit I can teach you Lyrics – iayze

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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, go (Rrr-rrr, b!tch)
Go, ayy (Real murdaworth s*it I’m talm ’bout)
We already know what you gon’ say (You know how the fu*k I’m rocking)
Ayy, he gon’, he gon’ say, “Jace a snitch” (Ayy, ayy, you know?)
He gon’ say, “Jace ain’t on s*it, Jace ain’t never did s*it” (Go, go, go)
And that’s cool ’cause we still on that (Go, go, go)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I’m looking confused ’cause who in the fu*k is you, Slump?
This s*it might be for the views (Ayy), I’m keeping it cool for the fans
I see you boy, I’m attacking you
Every time you talk ’bout bodys gang just wanna clap at you
Free Cujo, n!gga, he laugh at you
Talking my s*it, b!tch, I’m back at it (Back at it)
You need to go back to soccer practice
“Fu*k Jace, that boy be with the ratt pack, we know he ain’t with no action” (Action)
And you know I wanna get you turnt for that s*it that you said ’bout that boy who killed himself on accident
Look at yo’ numbers, lil n!gga, the underground been left your stupid dumbass in the past tense
Every time a rapper try me, I’m doing a million (B!tch), a million (Million)
I’m doing numbers when I rap this stream
You feel off harder than Jidion
We already know what that boy finna say about me (Rrr)
I don’t think it’s different no more
Okay cool, you wanna fu*k my BM’s, ooh, I’m so scared of him
He’s the ruler, 5.7 on me it’ll do ya’
Cujo be eager to shoot ya’
Okay cool, you blew up first, somehow still lose
Blew up first and you ain’t doing no views
Don’t bring up no Goose Creek s*it, fu*k Clarence
Lil’ boy, that’s between me and you
I just put a Reverence billboard in Goose Creek, fact’s, all fact’s, n!gga
I know you say you gon’ shoot me (B!tch, rrr)
Ooh, that’s cap ’cause you wack, n!gga (Cap)
I’m T’d up, what more in the fu*k could you say about me?
“He a ratt and a old ass dad”
This finna heat up, say he in the street but we got him in 4K, a young n!gga beating yo’ ass

Say, “Fu*k Jace, you ain’t hang with the gang, that lil’ n!gga 6ix9ine”
Been awhile since we seen yo’ name, you fell off, I think it’s time
You talk about n!ggas that ain’t mean to kill theyself
B!tch, you should’ve killed yo’ self
That lil’ boy fell off, but it’s nobody fault
Lil’ n!gga, you killed yo’ self
Woah, woah (Wait, wait)
Lil’ n!gga, you killed yo’ self
Woah, woah (Wait), woah (Wait)
You should’ve killed yo’ self
Woah (Wait), that’s it
B!tch, I think I’m orbital, ooh (Wait)
B!tch, I think I’m orb—

[Verse 2]
-Kid, don’t shoot at my— (*** n!gga)
Top Kid, don’t shoot at my—, I shot ’em
Top Kid don’t shoot him, I shot ’em, b!tch
Sometimes I think that I’m the problem, b!tch
Hang him up by his dreads, ’til he get (bed head?)
Just like a baby, I dropped him (Dropped him)
It was like you, ‘Wes, ‘Dami, ‘Amiri, and many more n!ggas, I stopped ’em (Stopped ’em)
The king of s*it talking, lil’ n!gga, I’m s*it talking
You don’t wanna see me on the offense
Hop out, brr, bow, blitz left on the curb, right on top of your chin
Hop out, boo, bow, b!tch, Top Kid the one in the city that spin (Ayy, b!tch)
I got like twenty more seconds, I’ma keep going real quick (Rrr, rrr, rrr, ayy)
Listen up Slump6s, do you wanna learn how to make these people head bump when yo’ music come on?
You just gotta cut all the cap rap (Cap rap)
I’m serious, n!gga, it’s that bad
Listen up fu*k n!gga, do you wanna learn how to *** that n!gga
First I boss up, n!gga, get chicken
If you weren’t that broke, you could get you come children
Hop on the mic, it don’t sound like you b!tching
Say it with yo’ chest like you meant it, we trying to listen (B!tch, ayy)

[Outro]
And if you really be off, that’s it, you could probably just be yo’ self and stop being a b!tch ass, bumb ass n!gga
Broke ass dude, and you could stop acting like you gangster
You seen what happened to Clarence, and ‘Dami and them many more n!ggas
You already know how the fu*k I’m coming, man