Rap n*ggas lyrics

[Verse]
n*ggas still banging my old sh*t, can't wait to hear my new sh*t
Got the whole damn city waiting, on that f*cking RNB 2 sh*t
All hits, no misses, n*gga, every f*cking track, ain't no skipping, n*gga
If it's beef, na, I ain't dissing n*ggas, I will ride up on you with a glizzy, n*gga
Lately, I've been on some other sh*t
Ain't about no money, I'm like f*ck it, then
Can't trust them, so why would I cuff a b*tch?
Tryna find time just to f*ck a b*tch
I've been chasing paper, I've been doing shows
I've been selling hooks, I've been selling O's
Doing all of that, and tryna see my daughter
Tell me, when the f*ck I got some time for hoes?
Now a days, I can't trust my folks
Snake Griffin, cut your throat
Hating hard, showing fake love
Like I'm stupid, thug, they don't want me to blow
[?] n*gga, stop fronting
Only time I'm running, if the cops coming
Catch me in your hood, I ain't scared of nothing
My n*gga [?] drop something
They like Rock, I thought you sing
I'm like yeah, n*gga, I rap too
I trap too, I'm strapped too
And I push a n*gga sh*t back too
[?] city need something, at your funeral for a check too
So don't come for me [?]
You don't really want that [?]
I've been upstate with them real n*ggas
Body snatching [?] kill n*ggas
[?] and then drill n*ggas
Crazy n*ggas will put the steal in you
Catch you slippin, put a lock in the [?]
Split your sh*t, and watch your body just drop
[?] away from the cops
'Cause I ain't got time to go back to the box
Damn, had a flashback
Let's get back to the real
I'm buzzing now, they say I'm next to get a deal
A couple labels came our way, but they wasn't coming for real
I know what I bring to the table, I need more than that lil couple mills
And me and my n*ggas got big sh*t
Chopper style, we hit sh*t
Bullets size of footballs, they go hard, no hit stick
Team of young wild ass misfits
Pick a target, we don't miss sh*t
The clips [?] bananas, n*gga, guaranteed to split sh*t
We trapping crazy, we stacking crazy
And everybody know, we ain't just acting crazy
I ain't got no pics, I clap a [?]
Clap a baby [?]
357, that's what I mean
Perk 30's got me feeling like I'm off lean
And when them things in me, I'm a maniac
[?] my banger clap
Some real rap [?]
If you lie [?] where your head at
[?] n*gga, I ain't tryna hear that
This gon' be the spot where you're found dead at
n*gga, 'cause I'm [?]
You can find me in the trap house
Yeah I got weed, I got crack out
[?] I'm back out
To the streets [?]
[?] with me, 'cause if I lose, I'ma jam ya
Like doggy food, I can ya
If you a fraud, I can't stand ya
Get money til I D.I.A
No alphabets [?]
You tryna fight, n*gga, what I look like [?]
Leave your body stanking in the alley
f*ck you n*gga, you [?]
All these rap n*ggas fake like a [?]
Got a slick mouth, I'ma make you pay
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