Danny Brown — Radio Song

[Verse 1] This is anti-clean rap, nigga, where the green at? Risks I take, you'd swear I had the balls the size of beanbags Not what you're used to, bitch, I rep the Bruiser And the label Fools Gold, jeans with medusas Bitches wanna scoop us, get pussy like loofahs Y'all niggas losers, cop clothes from them boosters Hoes wanna choose up, of course they gon' choose us So though you need a stylist, also you need a tutor These stupid-ass niggas wouldn't know what to do So they copy wack niggas, guess what that makes you? The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fail 'Cause they don't care about music, just first-week sales [Chorus] So they say you need a hit, a chart-topping single That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle A smash club banger, play it all night long You never get on without a radio song So this my radio song This my radio song [Verse 2] She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse Songs with no feelings, but she feel my thing on her Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'ma make it rain on her Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk Until it's skeet-skeet on the walls and her shirt She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting But not from Danny Brown, 'cause bitch, I ain't tricking Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly Getting dirty money, but bitch, I ain't Puffy Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi Heavy-duty Chevy, not a Bimmer, Benz or Bentley There's no originality, carbon-copy singles He made "Black and Yellow"? I'ma make "Black and Emo" That's why these wack rappers, they never last long Don't care about music, just radio songs [Chorus] So they say you need a hit, a chart-topping single That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle A smash club banger, play it all night long You never get on without a radio song So this my radio song This my radio song