fukk the litter that will leave me kind of bitter
Like when ya moms found ya weed and she threw it in the shytter
But dang I ain’t a quitter. I swear I am a lifter
Perfect ass rapper you can call me the gifter
Op ain't start the thread right/
I could've been the ghost to thread write/ Bars harder than my dikk/ When I see ya chick/ She get fed pipe/

Button, you bout to get packed up, school luncheon.nikka you play games, I got a tray 8.
Im a Pro at the Game, no need to hit the PauseButton, you bout to get packed up, school luncheon.
Im Green, you red, like 2K Releases, you thought you spittin like Eminem? sounding like reeses pieces
Now your erratic, devastated
Watch me punch you "Square" in the face, "X" amount of times like playstation
Posting pics to explain ya lyrics??Coldest Heartbreak since Mr West in Winter, Shoryuken, connect-4 with your chin--make your head bend back like a Pez Dispenser
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You got baby lines, I got rabie lines.All my shots butter, I'll crush your peanut.
I got bars you wear a bra, yo bytch keep my d cupped.
Get jugged for your reup.
Before I tee off I creep up.
Slide on em like I skied up.
He got blended like a fetus.
Posting pics to explain ya lyrics??
Nikka please...
Google can't help us feel them
So let me explain how I delete them
Backspace backspace, yea you ain't shyt
Nikka you caught a L like that Mayweather gif
You got baby lines, I got rabie lines.
I don't rap.. I shoot cats.
I spit flem and sneeze out philosophies.
Deadly like the new flu, hit you like the ju-ju.
This is voodoo, get your ass pu-pu.
This is high science, I created chemistry.
Alchemy I turned lead into gold
I lead then went straight for my goal, you never know.
You say you a yard man, where is your gat
You can't hit folks with bamboo, that's real facts
Like your post you a level below meThat was trash.
Im bout cook this bum like Rotisserie, fell for my Bait, like Kathy put a poster out his misery
Or on a Milk Carton, send you to the shadow realm youll just be a distant memory, Im like a Boss Battle , hope you didnt enabled auto save cuz once you hold this L its eternal, you on a permanent holiday.
You wanna milk me like a bottle for cheese,
Like a governor you get throttled.
Milked like baby bottle.
For the little cheese that you got.
My index itchy with the snub, nikka if I sneeze you getting shot.
Backstroke in your blood.
The stick like a staff, give you a part leave a flood.
You ain't a bear, you ain't a cub, you a scrub.
Bet a pole with a ladder will stop in your tracks like steering with a club.
My machine is a sub, I can let it woof, a potato a make it hum.
You a bum, a street sweeper won't leave no crumbs.
You can get beat like a drum with a drum.
I got to laughLike your post you a level below me
I'd ask to prove you the best but you can't show me
So...
Safe to say you ain't from the state of Missouri
But keep trying, anybody got a shot, ask Rudy