Letras
Look, look
They can't show ten racks
How could I diss them back?
They wanna hate on the gang cah we're all caked up like Kim Kardash
If rap don't slap, I'll stick to the trap
Get a pyrex bowl and whip that maj
Sliders on, text them cats
Then go make killings up in those flats
She asked what I do when I ain't in stu
I just said I'm a businessman
I'm still not clear, gotta bop through the ends with a ting on man
How they online, going tit for tat?
Better take that trip tryna ying or splash
I'm rating the bars but I think it's cap
Cah they talk too bold and big on tracks
They talk too bold and big in their music
But I guess it's '026
Everyone's bad now, there's hella new kids
I'd be lying if I said I care
They ain't on smoke, but why be fuming about it?
I care about getting fuluus in
Everyone's paid in Lizzington
If you get to the bag, best get with the movement
They can't show ten racks
How could I diss them back?
They wanna hate on the gang cah we're all caked up like Kim Kardash
If rap don't slap, I'll stick to the trap
Get a pyrex bowl and whip that maj
Sliders on, text them cats
Then go make killings up in those flats
I'm in love with making prof
Nothing less nothing more
I make racks from beating lots
And no I ain't on about porn
It's still free all the G's
That's why we don't fuck with the law
I got the Barbies on me, tryna suck me on their fours
Word to Boston Richey
I'm a big boss, not a little fish
And I'm still with the same guys
I'm nothing like these fickle pricks
You ain't beat one shot, not a single lick
Don't say you trap, you don't fucking trap
Can't chat to me, I've been flipping bricks
My bro's frapping tryna rinse them vics
They can't show ten racks
How could I diss them back?