Intro (NASA Diss Track) Lyrics
[Intro]
Yuh
(Yuh Yuh?)
What's up all you weak ass Reebok boolin' clows
(Guess what, we finna get that spaghetti-o sponsorship)
Yo, someone dial up chef boyardee
(More like chef boneless yeet, is that true?)
Yo, that's a factual information
(Anyhows y'all, we just here boolin', I'm Boolgate)
Yuh, and I'm Coolgate
(Let's go!)
[Verse 1 - Coolgate]
Booling' down the street in my new Ferarri
I got Gucci on my feet, and I'm browsing safari
My gaming console slow, so we callin' it Atari
Rake in so much dough, I slurp calamari
Rollin' past the Rolex shed, munchin' on some garlic bread
Flexin' on these haters cause they trynna start some bloodshed
I just copped the new drop of Supreme apperal
Boolin' like I'm white and my name is Derryl, yuh
[Verse 2 - Boolgate]
I was at the thrift shop the other day
I found this old Yeezy, it was hand crocheted
So I bought it for my homie so he'd finally get laid
Cause that man is in need of some serious aid
So I roll up to my homie's den, and guess what's inside?
A slew of trashy rappers he was trying to hide (yuh)
I asked them for their soundcloud, they was terrified
Cause they know their beats are weak and oversimplified. (yuh)
[Interlude]
Y'all better yank your hamstrings in solidarity for them fake ass bologna rappers
(yuh, trynna grind to the top)
Rat gang, 2Chairzz, they ain't got no clout
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(None! they just fake globehead lookin' asses)
Flat Earth! Y'all'ready know the Earth is flat
(That is a whole fact!)
Yuh
[Verse 3/Outro - Coolgate]
NASA, more like eat my ass-a
You can't see the curve even with the glasses
They be preachin' lies in my classes (yuh)
No one will ever surpass us. (that's a fact)
The Earth is flat just like Jake is fat
That's a fact, moon truthers got my back
Y'all dense, like New England clam chowder
Finna grind y'all up and snort you like powder
(Yuh!)
