Captain Bullshit

~hook~ captain bullshit! full of shit! captain bullshit! suckin dick captain your so full of shit captain bullshit! full of shit! captain bullshit! suckin dick captain your so full of shit ~verse~ little bo peep with the bald head sheen, g-man get slick when the room stay thin, big in a chat, in person he dips, soon as it’s live his pussy caves in, called me a midget, you stupid cunt, i’m six-three, that angle got rinsed, twist that lens just to sell your joke, whole fake little narrative built on spin. you don’t send shots with a target set, you just fling shit n hope it sticks, sit on the sideline watchin’ it spread, tryna live off whatever gets clicks, i don’t jump every time you yap, i don’t race when a prick gets lit, but when it keeps gettin’ worked where i’m not, i see what kind of little bitch you is. that’s you tryna grow off clout n smoke, that’s g-man feelin’ ten feet tall when i’m not around, then start bitchin’ when i show, n that “you hide behind people” line? nah, that shit died on the spot, i just never saw the point in givin’ a little bitch my time when his life breathes off gossip n rot. n don’t owe you a sliver of thought, you kept runnin’ your gums, i just laughed n smoked my weed n then you say everything that you touch turn gold, that’s why your lookin for tips on suno, talk like your palms turn shit to funds, whole time you still got a cup for promo. i just drop my shit, let the streams turn plays to euros, you chase little pats in closed-up chats, i let the numbers talk through totals you don’t know shit about me, not a thing, just a name that you keep tryna twist, but i know your whole pattern, how you switch, how you beg for tips you go tip to tip, you suck too much dick for position, that’s why every stance bend at the joints, you tune your tone to whoever can boost you, that’s why none of your words hit points. tampon in that pussy for sure, bleedin’ takes all over the floor, call it war, whole time it’s envy right down to the core. all that “i’m better” shit die on impact once the verse get measured n scored, n then factual proof i don’t even post on youtube n i still got more subs than you, all that everything turn gold talk still don’t line up with what your numbers do. n not even fake a&rs don’t back your pitch or say they can see what you’re tryna do, you don’t got vision, you got a mouth n a need just to stay in the mix, you don’t build, you poke, then pray somebody gets pissed n starts screamin’ your shit. you ain’t feared, you just present, you ain’t firm, you just exist, soon as the room stop holdin’ you up, your pussy starts to drip cuz you know i don’t need ten men to gas my lines, one verse n i bury your shit. ~hook~ captain bullshit! full of shit! captain bullshit! suckin dick captain your so full of shit captain bullshit! full of shit! captain bullshit! suckin dick captain your so full of shit