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