Yeah, I'm right back on my
Huh, yeah
Yeah I'm right back on my, yeah
Aye I'm right back on my bull
All you heifers get the boot
I hate rappers in my city
Get the f*ck up out the booth
Aye the difference between you and me
Is you don't tell the truth
And you rapping like your rent is due
I rap like I ain't got no roof
All you trash niggas, sad niggas
Hoe-got-you-down-bad niggas
I ain't even mad
I'm finna f*cking point and laugh at you
Don't you up that shit unless you know you got a fast trigger
Dash nigga, faster nigga, like you tryna crash nigga
Watch them pigs behind me
I'ma turn into a spaz nigga
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse
And serve 'em with some hash nigga
Take 'em to the bank
And show 'em how to make they bag bigger
Take me to your mama's house
So I can make that ass ripple
She wanna give me some neck
But I wanna check
So I can put mine in baguettes
My pockets been lifting them weights
And running them laps
Cuz it really love to flex
These nights I been praying strength
I'm praying for bread
I'm praying for head, yeah
If you gone ask if I'm blessed
I'm beefing with God
Cuz we don't agree on the rest
If you think you just competing with me
Then I give you some props
You doing your best
That little bitch keep on talking 'bout love
So I told her to just put her hand on my chest
She told she don't feel a beat
I'm rapping on it, so baby just lay it to rest
If you can't handle the heat then get out the kitchen
Cuz you talking right to the chef
I'm going to straight to the beach
To build me a castle, I'm getting it out of the sand
My height is under six feet, I don't give a damn
I'ma stand right on my bands
You ain't been spitting no flames
You lying a lot, you cappin' right out of your pants
All y'all niggas do is talk that bull
Aye I'm right back on my bull
All you heifers get the boot
I hate rappers in my city
Get the f*ck up out the booth
Aye the difference between you and me
Is you don't tell the truth
And you rapping like your rent is due
I rap like I ain't got no roof
All you trash niggas, sad niggas
Hoe-got-you-down-bad niggas
I ain't even mad
I'm finna f*cking point and laugh at you
Don't you up that shit unless you know you got a fast trigger
Dash nigga, faster nigga, like you tryna crash nigga
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Yeah, I'm right back on my
Huh, yeah
Yeah I'm right back on my, yeah
Aye I'm right back on my bull
All you heifers get the boot
I hate rappers in my city
Get the f*ck up out the booth
Aye the difference between you and me
Is you don't tell the truth
And you rapping like your rent is due
I rap like I ain't got no roof
All you trash niggas, sad niggas
Hoe-got-you-down-bad niggas
I ain't even mad
I'm finna f*cking point and laugh at you
Don't you up that shit unless you know you got a fast trigger
Dash nigga, faster nigga, like you tryna crash nigga
Watch them pigs behind me
I'ma turn into a spaz nigga
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse
And serve 'em with some hash nigga
Take 'em to the bank
And show 'em how to make they bag bigger
Take me to your mama's house
So I can make that ass ripple
She wanna give me some neck
But I wanna check
So I can put mine in baguettes
My pockets been lifting them weights
And running them laps
Cuz it really love to flex
These nights I been praying strength
I'm praying for bread
I'm praying for head, yeah
If you gone ask if I'm blessed
I'm beefing with God
Cuz we don't agree on the rest
If you think you just competing with me
Then I give you some props
You doing your best
That little bitch keep on talking 'bout love
So I told her to just put her hand on my chest
She told she don't feel a beat
I'm rapping on it, so baby just lay it to rest
If you can't handle the heat then get out the kitchen
Cuz you talking right to the chef
I'm going to straight to the beach
To build me a castle, I'm getting it out of the sand
My height is under six feet, I don't give a damn
I'ma stand right on my bands
You ain't been spitting no flames
You lying a lot, you cappin' right out of your pants
All y'all niggas do is talk that bull
Aye I'm right back on my bull
All you heifers get the boot
I hate rappers in my city
Get the f*ck up out the booth
Aye the difference between you and me
Is you don't tell the truth
And you rapping like your rent is due
I rap like I ain't got no roof
All you trash niggas, sad niggas
Hoe-got-you-down-bad niggas
I ain't even mad
I'm finna f*cking point and laugh at you
Don't you up that shit unless you know you got a fast trigger
Dash nigga, faster nigga, like you tryna crash nigga
Huh, yeah
Yeah I'm right back on my, yeah
Aye I'm right back on my bull
All you heifers get the boot
I hate rappers in my city
Get the f*ck up out the booth
Aye the difference between you and me
Is you don't tell the truth
And you rapping like your rent is due
I rap like I ain't got no roof
All you trash niggas, sad niggas
Hoe-got-you-down-bad niggas
I ain't even mad
I'm finna f*cking point and laugh at you
Don't you up that shit unless you know you got a fast trigger
Dash nigga, faster nigga, like you tryna crash nigga
Watch them pigs behind me
I'ma turn into a spaz nigga
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse
And serve 'em with some hash nigga
Take 'em to the bank
And show 'em how to make they bag bigger
Take me to your mama's house
So I can make that ass ripple
She wanna give me some neck
But I wanna check
So I can put mine in baguettes
My pockets been lifting them weights
And running them laps
Cuz it really love to flex
These nights I been praying strength
I'm praying for bread
I'm praying for head, yeah
If you gone ask if I'm blessed
I'm beefing with God
Cuz we don't agree on the rest
If you think you just competing with me
Then I give you some props
You doing your best
That little bitch keep on talking 'bout love
So I told her to just put her hand on my chest
She told she don't feel a beat
I'm rapping on it, so baby just lay it to rest
If you can't handle the heat then get out the kitchen
Cuz you talking right to the chef
I'm going to straight to the beach
To build me a castle, I'm getting it out of the sand
My height is under six feet, I don't give a damn
I'ma stand right on my bands
You ain't been spitting no flames
You lying a lot, you cappin' right out of your pants
All y'all niggas do is talk that bull
Aye I'm right back on my bull
All you heifers get the boot
I hate rappers in my city
Get the f*ck up out the booth
Aye the difference between you and me
Is you don't tell the truth
And you rapping like your rent is due
I rap like I ain't got no roof
All you trash niggas, sad niggas
Hoe-got-you-down-bad niggas
I ain't even mad
I'm finna f*cking point and laugh at you
Don't you up that shit unless you know you got a fast trigger
Dash nigga, faster nigga, like you tryna crash nigga
Writer: Kalaab Morton
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