You can get the chrome get the fitted off your dome This shit you think you know think I´m kiddin’ then you wrong This ain´t no song, just flexin´ by balls
Y’all broke down like the shit in your garage Put the pressure on your shoulder blade, talk that shit Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit Man everybody knows you fake, plus you a bitch And everybody knows you hate, hustle and motivate Everybody knows I´m the GOAT, greatest How you gonna say I´m not your favorite? As far as country rap goes everyone´s just okay But you know I´ma go Crazy white boy get a job don´t sing about stuff, what a punk, what´s up You fuckboys stand around don´t even get shit done, shit’s junk I’m plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychotic Don´t bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that’s in
You shouldn´t fuck around with me, fuck around with me You shouldn´t fuck around with me, I won´t let it be I won’t let ´em breathe RIP to a motherfucker who want war with me Run up get your ass served VIP Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty SOB, son of a gun, huh Look at how fast they run, uh My pistol it knocks heads off shoulders That´s game over done, uh
Whole bunch of hoes and shit whole clique No town havin´ ass whole bitch whole shit Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold this Want smoke? I got it, who wanna get lit? I don´t tryna hear about your trip
That shit games fucked, two dicks, no bitch Walk around lookin´ like a lick, prolly rob these dudes with my fist Who wanna get it rockin´? It ain´t ever been a problem We can hit ´em with a shotgun, you ain´t gonna see tomorrow He a motherfuckin´ goner, I´m a motherfuckin´ gunner Ain´t that a motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker? Leave ´em on slump shit, pull my shit Took a city boy to show you what country is Pull my boots on then kicked in the door Let´s run around sayin´ bitch this is war
Sittin´ shotgun with a shotgun I´ve been poppin´ Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had ´em sayin´ uhh
We can get it rockin´ it ain´t never been a problem Fuck boy we ain´t worried about none We can get it done, I´ma be the one Better run Forrest run Forrest run, run for it run for it run You can bring a knife and I´ma bring a gun Pow, wow, I just bought a new house Livin´ up north you can see it from the south Who´s that peepin´ in my window, pow, nobody, nobody now You ain´t talkin´ ´bout me then then nobody counts On top of the mountain, nobody around Fuck the mainstream I´ll remain underground All alone on the throne where the fuck is my crown? Whoa, oh, you ain´t got no soul you fuckers outta control
You microwave while I cook on the stove Y´all Betty Crocker´s I´m cookin´ up dough I´m a goon in this rap shit Y´all lookin´ like food in this rap shit I´m a fool with this rap shit One more album and I´m through with this rap shit What more I gotta do to prove I ain´t number two? Bitch who the fuck are you Writin´ three number one´s you ain´t did shit once I´ma do this shit again just incase you needed proof, ooh I´m sorry Ms. Jackson, I´ve been OutKastin´ Do this for practice, line after line how I´m catchin´ these rappers Way too much talkin´ bitch, where is the action? Bitch I´m just askin´? What the fuck happened? The game ain´t the same so I came did my thing
I created the lane now I´m done with this rap shit
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