Rappity Raps

[Part I] [Verse 1: JID] Aw shit look I'm bringin' rap back, I'm bringin' that rappity-rap shit back I'm bringin' that runnin' the track shit back pass the hasta for you pass don't crash that shit I'm bringin' the gas back in a backpack pa-pa-pa-pack your bags baby, baby I ain't mad at that, it don't matter better dead it You will see me in a minute I'ma get the mac and get some fuckin' money I ain't got a plan, but I got a gun, I don't need your hands, I ain't takin' chromes Show me to your land, I'ma kill your lamb, burn your farm I'm the man Take an arm and a leg, head, dead, fed to the pigs Yeah yeah nigga I ain't scared Shakin' tables throwin' chairs Poke the bear, smokin' gas, smokey bear Chest froze, polar bear Lame niggas over there, you the same, go over thеre Take his chain, souvenir Chip his tooth, a nеw veneer Hit the booth and who appear? Who in fear, who don't fear me? You gon' feel the force, fifty times more Doors gettin' torn off the hinges Jiddy vengeant, rev the engine [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] I'ma have to get my dogs out of the dog pound 'fore they kill something I don't need to have a tall mutt, I ain't seen shit, I ain't did nun I don't tell her nothin' false I been a real one since a lil one I'ma have to pass on the pussy but I don't mind gettin' my dick sucked I'ma have to have my ears up I don't know these niggas in the 6 bruh They don't really make me flinch bruh, 'cause my big bruh got a clip bruh I'm a problem, I'm a big one all the opps finna have to click up Nigga playin' like Nintendo, that extendo make him switch up [Part II] [Interlude: JID] Oh shit Tryna find myself I need to change, oh my god Asking god to grow it start to rain, oh my god Ridin' through the city in my range, oh my god Thinkin' about blowin' out your brains [Verse 3: JID] I was doin' bad, now do racks Now im like Giannis at the rec, uh Got a chain, but he came with some shackles Back to back to back but we ain't goin' back, what With a pump, no asthma I attack 'till I see plasma Screen-scan we kill cancers In my stance I'm smoother than a fucking praying mantis Praying hands for anyone thinkin' of playin' games I got atypical flows to keep you niggas on the tip of yo' toes I got the go-ahead, the give and go, the get a nigga shakin' like a silly stripper bitch on a pole I'm at your forehead, get off my gonads, I said it before this, I really be zonin' Zone 6, we door-kick then stole kicks from drove whips, for joyrides and then ditched 'em Temple checkin' we checkin' niggas temperature Delicatessen, the breadwinner, let us pray over the dinner while they prey on us You get the picture, I am not the victim Put a bounty on your head, quicker picker upper nigga On the run, rip a ligament My pigment, grab pen or throw the pigskin I slit wrists dead serious 'bout my business benjamins Morticians couldn't figure out who limbs this is Ten out of ten I'm in something tinted, brain tilted Crane kick a nigga straight through the ceiling, no hard feelings