Rap Niggas

[Verse]

Niggas still banging my old shit, can't wait to hear my new shit

Got the whole damn city waiting, on that fucking RNB 2 shit

All hits, no misses, nigga, every fucking track, ain't no skipping, nigga

If it's beef, na, I ain't dissing niggas, I will ride up on you with a glizzy, nigga

Lately, I've been on some other shit

Ain't about no money, I'm like fuck it, then

Can't trust them, so why would I cuff a bitch?

Tryna find time just to fuck a bitch

I've been chasing paper, I've been doing shows

I've been selling hooks, I've been selling O's

Doing all of that, and tryna see my daughter

Tell me, when the fuck I got some time for hoes?

Now a days, I can't trust my folks

Snake Griffin, cut your throat

Hating hard, showing fake love

Like I'm stupid, thug, they don't want me to blow

[?] nigga, stop fronting

Only time I'm running, if the cops coming

Catch me in your hood, I ain't scared of nothing

My nigga [?] drop something

They like Rock, I thought you sing

I'm like yeah, nigga, I rap too

I trap too, I'm strapped too

And I push a nigga shit back too

[?] city need something, at your funeral for a check too

So don't come for me [?]

You don't really want that [?]

I've been upstate with them real niggas

Body snatching [?] kill niggas

[?] and then drill niggas

Crazy niggas will put the steal in you

Catch you slippin, put a lock in the [?]

Split your shit, and watch your body just drop

[?] away from the cops

'Cause I ain't got time to go back to the box

Damn, had a flashback

Let's get back to the real

I'm buzzing now, they say I'm next to get a deal

A couple labels came our way, but they wasn't coming for real

I know what I bring to the table, I need more than that lil couple mills

And me and my niggas got big shit

Chopper style, we hit shit

Bullets size of footballs, they go hard, no hit stick

Team of young wild ass misfits

Pick a target, we don't miss shit

The clips [?] bananas, nigga, guaranteed to split shit

We trapping crazy, we stacking crazy

And everybody know, we ain't just acting crazy

I ain't got no pics, I clap a [?]

Clap a baby [?]

357, that's what I mean

Perk 30's got me feeling like I'm off lean

And when them things in me, I'm a maniac

[?] my banger clap

Some real rap [?]

If you lie [?] where your head at

[?] nigga, I ain't tryna hear that

This gon' be the spot where you're found dead at

Nigga, 'cause I'm [?]

You can find me in the trap house

Yeah I got weed, I got crack out

[?] I'm back out

To the streets [?]

[?] with me, 'cause if I lose, I'ma jam ya

Like doggy food, I can ya

If you a fraud, I can't stand ya

Get money til I D.I.A

No alphabets [?]

You tryna fight, nigga, what I look like [?]

Leave your body stanking in the alley

Fuck you nigga, you [?]

All these rap niggas fake like a [?]

Got a slick mouth, I'ma make you pay

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