Come get me Den

Yeah…

Turn this motherfuckin’ shit UP.

Deneria in this bitch again.

If you hoes got a fuckin’ problem?

Come get me then, pussy.

Come get me then, bitch, quit hidin’,

All that fuckin’ bark but nobody slidin’.

Yappin’ that shit online, thumb-fight typin’,

Till we pop outside and your whole crew silent.

Come get me then, hoe, what’s crackin’?

Big chain swing while the whole floor smashin’.

Talk real tough till your fake ass panic,

Now your scary ass quiet — what the fuck happened?

Okay so this time I brought your conscience here,

So it can learn what NOT the fuck to do.

‘Cause every damn move you bitches make

Look like stupidity possessed the whole fuckin’ room.

Musty ass, crusty ass, dusty ass dumb ass BITCH,

Walking round in borrowed power with a counterfeit switch.

Whole aura fake — counterfeit drip,

Bum ass energy with a fake ass fit.

Broke ass flex with a rented ass watch,

Fake ass thug never posted no shots.

Y’all hoes weird — all cap, no crop,

Internet demons till somebody pop out.

Uh oh, uh oh yeah, where my asthma pump?

We smoke the K up out the pack, bitch I’m super fried.

High as FUCK but the bars still surgical,

Talk shit once, get smoked on vertically.

I don’t just rap, bitch I verbally stab,

Every syllable slash like a switchblade jab.

You hoes rehearse while I spaz on command,

Like Slim mixed rage with a Nicki ass rant.

Y’all fake deep with them sad bitch captions,

Whole personality built off reactions.

Cry for attention then hide when it’s static,

Real life pressure make your fake ass panic.

Hold the fuck up —

You hoes gas each other up in the comments,

Then fold real quick when the smoke get honest.

Twitter finger gangsters with anxiety problems,

Outside quiet as a church in autumn.

Come get me then, bitch, quit hidin’,

All that fuckin’ bark but nobody slidin’.

Yappin’ that shit online, thumb-fight typin’,

Till we pop outside and your whole crew silent.

Come get me then, hoe, what’s crackin’?

Big chain swing while the whole floor smashin’.

Talk real tough till your fake ass panic,

Now your scary ass quiet — what the fuck happened?

Battle again? That’s suicide.

One way out — suit and tie.

Bury the bitch six feet — homicide.

Talk shit now, now your momma cry.

Look —

I got a batshit flow when I black that mode,

Whole damn beat get cracked and broke.

Every damn verse like a backstab quote,

Y’all soft as FUCK like bathrobe cloth.

Pussy ass rappers be copy-and-paste,

Same weak bars with the same fake rage.

I come in this bitch like a hand grenade,

Blowin’ up egos and half your stage.

Tick tick BOOM when I enter spots,

Whole damn room start tense and hot.

You hoes want beef but can’t handle shots,

Cryin’ in the Uber on the way back home.

Bad bitch energy mixed with menace,

Pretty lil face but the mouth stay venomous.

I don’t throw shade — bitch I solar eclipse,

Whole damn crowd go mute when I talk my shit.

Fuck up outta here bitch made boy!