Rhyming Skills lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills
You ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck you off your rhyming skills
I ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills
On the gang, gang
Ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills
You ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck you off my rhyming skills
I ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills

[Verse]
This sh*t slap so hard, it make you wanna slap your mom dukes
Talking 'bout you gon' rob me when you see me, n*gga rob who?
Told everything you witness with your eyes, boy that is not gooning
n*gga I don't even do the slime or slatt, b*tch I'm a mongoose
n*ggas tryna spend two for a verse and I'm worth more than that
If I want your body in that casket, I can order that
He thought he would live a long life, we had to shorten that
And you can't bring me down, breaking tackles like I'm Warren Sapp
I put a beam on my Glock, watch me put that b*tch to use
I keep on ducking from the feds, hope I don't run into a goof
I can tell he got some wheels the way he running from the truth
Threw a party on the weekend, they was loving on the crew
Declare war b*tch then we sliding 'bout them issues
Any n*gga hanging over there then we'll get you
I'll never leave without my stick like I'm crippled
Live by it, then you die by it, sh*t is simple
And I'm Balenciaga stepping, these is not no Chuck Taylors
Don't be asking me for sh*t, I can't do you one favor
I just gave your b*tch my cell, told her hit me up later
Heard you upped it but ain't busting, n*gga you's a pumpfaker
Yeah b*tch I can rhyme but that don't mean that I'm a rapper
Bae I had to let you go, 'cause you was friendlier than Casper
I was told to shoot 'em first, then you ask the questions after
They say life is like a book, well I'ma end you in this chapter
b*tch you ain't gotta leave your n*gga, I just need you for the night
I know the game dirty as f*ck that's why it's mud up in the sprite
Owners love me up in Niemen's 'cause I don't ask 'em for the price
When I told her I'm in love, she like, "for real?", I told her sike
When it's food up on your plate them boys gon' ask you for a slice
And I don't really ask for much but I'm just asking for the mic
If you disrespect the dead then I'ma slap the n*gga twice
Ha ha ha ha, you n*ggas b*tches, I'm just laughing at you dikes
I'm with the Crips from Crenshaw and they just throwing up they set
I hear you talking out your mouth but still ain't said it with your chest
Got a honkey in the town that sell that Hardy like he's Red
And they want me to drive the boat because they know I never wreck
Eyes bleeding, all I see is red, I feel like Raphael
Heard it was a price up on my noggin, but it's not for sale
Everyone getting money but when you down n*gga who got your bail?
I don't need a beat, turn this b*tch off and I'll go acapell'
Will I make it out alive? Don't ask me, n*gga time will tell
I bought the Jeep, I'm thinking Cat, sh*t I might as well
All that talking 'bout you really sliding, you don't slide for real
And I ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills
b*tch
[Outro]
f*ck me off my rhyming skills
Ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills
You ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck you off your rhyming skills
I ain't even handsome, she gon' f*ck me off my rhyming skills, ha
On the gang n*gga