Rap City

[Hook: Femdot] You know dilla been wilding Got clips on me for real the flow got me grinding Direct deposits, cash all in my pockets I let them mix and then talk about it You would think I was Logic, I gotta Get it cracking on my mommas So trill flow coke spit snow hills like I rap soda or Rapsody In the basement like rap — [Verse 1: Femdot] Said y’all know the vibes Might pop up like Tigger y’all know the stripes Y’all niggas don’t rap good enough to compete Being modest, I’m honest man y’all niggas weak I’m elite said I should have put Cole on my beats Ain’t no capping in the pole with niggas who got a pole Take caps back, back catcher type Better act kap like, take you a knee Said KG and Kobe Bean going straight to the league The bed might squeak when I hit I might pull up when squeak finna spin And damn near slide with yo shorty And off top, man she off top you would think she was Pamela Voorhees It is what it is everything everything like I was Noname African nigga said I got like 4 names You really know me if you know my whole name Let us get the green just like we Romains Might chop the fro might grab me a Ceasar King Cold I might grab me a Freiza Wrist gold said I had to retrieve it Outsider I might slap me a greaser Catch a fade like routes and receivers Hallelujah go and grab you a preacher [Verse 2: Smino] Never been a foe no never So many bands look like Coachella I fucked her friend hope she won't tell her (whatever, whatever) Okay, I'm back in this bitch like parallel parking She gobbling call her a goblin I'm a new Dennis she stuck on the Rodman, (God damn) If I don't pop out it ain't popping I always pop that John Witherspoon Grew up in my granny living room Never silver spoon all my life was Andy Silva fighting Sucker for saliva pussy kryptonite I confess She threw the panther in Carolina I ran them racks up in Carolina I save her name as Ms. Charlotte Ambi on the beat let me take my time Atlanta in morning about to buy a new smile Gold on my gums and lithium lungs And I'm lit than a bitch and my karma is coming [Hook: Femdot] You know dilla been wilding Got clips on me for real the flow got me grinding Direct deposits, cash all in my pockets I let them mix and then talk about it You would think I was Logic, I gotta Get it cracking on my mommas So trill flow coke spit snow hills like I rap soda or Rapsody In the basement like rap city