What Would Comb Do?

Check, check, check I wouldn't turn it all up, just some of it Uh (yeah, that's good) I know I'm that bitch so it's over with now, finito I take the crown, repo Throw in the towel, heave-ho Adiós, mijo I rap to rap, you don't know what the love does to the ego It's icing on the cake and the accolades are the maraschinos Run it back like Teezo Touchdown, I'm beast mode Like Marshawn, it's free smoke I respawn, I reload I need mo' reasons to not out all your clout tokens as placebo They name drop, I lift names up, that's the fuckin' cheat code He's from Alabama, but this pussy is his Sweet Home Y'all relationships only last as long as your streak goes He swing me like Wiimote, tryna record me like TiVo Babe, that clip could make me a million, can you quit tryna freeload? Winner of the peer vote, a poet, I'm Cyrano Y'all don't hear me though, I'm the CEO It's official, oh, fasho, I've been chose I'm not fuckin' 'round, I know they're worried 'bout my libido Don't sleep anymore, I'm hungry I don't leech anymore, I plug in I don't reach anymore, it's comin We don't speak anymore, we're fuckin' I don't freak anymore, I'm shruggin' I don't peak anymore, I'm duckin' I'm in and out of the party, tell the Uber driver to keep it running It's nobody like me, they come for my bars like visitations But they don't do me well enough to call that imitation Ask me "fight or flight?" like it depends on the situation Look, I never run from no one, I always think I can take him I'm Ali-olly-oxen free, show your face when you talk to me Leave a stain on the game, call Billy Mays for the OxiClean Talk is cheap? Not for me, I rap to pay the bills Fire in the booth, producers runnin' safety drills All this hate, for real? These comments don't care how they make me feel Too much shit up on my plate for me to care, I don't waste a meal I can't call that man a kin, like stayin' still, he's old news We don't talk anymore, I post photo dumps for him to scroll through What would Comb do? Nipples poke through, this a Code Blue Big homies became little homies, it was nice to know you I ain't gon' hold you, I'm wondering if I can love again While I'm under him, your man here askin' me if I'll cum for him Not to rub it in, I kill flips like Pac in Above The Rim Quit askin' me when I'm gonna blow up, I can't fuckin' stomach it Can't you see I'm tryin'? I'd kill for it, somebody dying My drive been rackin' up mileage, if I had a dick, you could suck on it I give you somethin' to chew, your neck been under my shoe I'm runnin' circles 'round these kids, we're playin' Duck Duck Duck Goose It's weighing heavy on my chest, it's not the bra or the boobs I'll be the greatest out of Portland if it's the last thing I do