Joey Nunz - Hartles = Ded

(Intro: Joey Nunz)

Yo what the fuck
I'm getting paid
Stay out my way
I'm making bread
And stacking pay
Y'all fuck boys lame
Y'all fuckin done
The fuckin same
Get out my face
No fuckin pain
Is thru my Bain
No fuckin race
And there's no limit
My windows tinted
Can't see my vision
Yuh They finished
They get diminished
They steady fishin
Makin millions?
You just bull shittin
You steady fibbin
Will you listen?
Cause what I'm spitting
Is just realistic
(Verse 1: Joey Nunz)

Driving myself
To the top
I got the motivation
Glowing up
Like shit
Goodness gracious
Makin sure
That I'm gon make it
I'm on the fuckin rise
I'm breaking change
With my brothers
Smoking good
My girl look fly
Take a chance and roll the dice
Coppin some expensive ice
Shit be tough and shit be nice
Do not touch this is my life
Spell my name out w a knife
Hear my name gon make you cry
Hope you forget
And You'll see why
When a motha fucka run
And gotta tell them lies
(Hook 1: Joey Nunz)

You fucked up
You ran yo lip
You prolly duckin town
You dumb fuck
You like a bitch
You just a fuckin clown
You spreading rumors
You like a tumor
You don't got no crown
Trapped inside
Of this stupid mother fuckin town

(Verse 2: Joey Nunz)

Get em
I get it
I'm feelin
Their fitted
And yes I admitted
I'm king of the ooh
Raisin the bar for myself
I don't need y'all
Draped in all of yo bape
You fools
When I wrote this
Best believe I spoke it
On top of the mic
In booth like phhh
Get my girly
Gon smack the booty
Then snack on tooty
This ain't for you
Dum da dum da dum da dum Doo
It's the bass
And the snare
The hype
Of drum tools
It's the beat
And The mix
Down
Come you
It's the flame and
The flicker of fire
It come soon
When they make a beat
That come too
Learned a lot
About myself in
School
Wrapped my head too much
Around cool
This'll make her wet
Or make her drool
Yeah
Don't don't don't don't stop
DMT flow
Hot
Xanax bars
Forgot
Mary Jane
My thot
Lucy is my mistress
Please don't tell my misses
Met that bitch on Christmas
Damn that shit was fitting
(Bridge: Joey Nunz)

Makin this money is never the deal
For real
I need pills
And yes
I need deals
Yes, ill have cars
But yes, ill have bills
And fuck you hoe
This dick ain't for sale
This dick ain't for free
Like nothin on me
My soul in a can
John Cena
Seen me
I hoped that you won't
And homie you did
Is this about you?
Shit, if the shoe fits

(Verse 3: Joey Nunz)

Yall wanted the Joey that came out on top
But ain't workin for joey when things in a knot
In a moment youll realize that i ain't a flop
Imma drop and then rot until my musics hot
Imma make sure that I fuckin burn
Stake or a cross
Til you fuckin learn
I ain't no bitch
Dont switch then lurk
On the KOE
Yall lames just nerds

(Hook 2: Joey Nunz)

You fucked up
You think my city
Really mean shit to this?
You dumb fuck
You makin a mess
This shit don't need no diss
You spreading rumors
You like a tumor
You don't got no crown
Trapped inside
Of this stupid mother fuckin town

(Verse 4: Joey Nunz)

This shit ridiculous
Spittin and killin it
Feel it mixin it
RiXXoN is listenin
Chillin with $WISH
In a minute
We fixin to
Flip and then dip
And then miss all the disses
And get it and get it and get it
We gettin it
Mako The King the real king
There's no splitting it
Piss in your disc
And your Mrs. is feelin it
Peeling it
Sealin it
Makin a meal of it
Oooh
Ain't nobody walk that walk
Sike
Everybody talk that talk
Yuh
Too bad my walkin
Is talkin on tracks
And I'm flaunting my talent
Cause I can talk fast
I can write that shit down
I can freeze on a dime
I can make me a fortune
Boi I just need time
And I need me the fans
Gotta stick with the goals
I ain't stuck with nobody
My girl ain't no hoe