TRANNY RAPS GOOD IDK! (practice) lyrics

[Intro]
Ah
It's like—, It's like one in the morning
Uh, I just, figured I would, kick a little freestyle real quick, because f*ck it
Y'know?
I don't got any weed to smoke, so I'm kinda bored now; I quit smoking
Still gonna rap about weed and sh*t, what else is there to rap about, y'know?
Haha

[Verse]
Yeah, again and again, I pick up the pen, to assemble a verse just like the Avengers when they revengin'
Anytime y'all rappers spit sentences, y'all get pelted with tomatoes like y'all blending y'allselfs a lil' V8 beverage
Got myself a V8 engine inside my hoodie, it's tellin' me that I should be the best who ever attend this
Wack-ass game, and these rap fags playin' they lame bullsh*t that they spray out they fat mouth sayin' some cap
All these retarded lil' marketin', "two quotation mark" artists finna get slapped out they garments, I rap 'em out they apartment
Truly starvin' for food and another beat I can slaughter
Whatever I spit is hotter, y'all rappers be flame retardant
I just bombard 'em with bars, harder than Baldur's Gate bards could
Your b*tch on the floor, 'cause shawty like feelin' all hardwood
Y'all rappers just aren't good, y'all rap like a narc would
It's Karma the mob, and you know it's Brokie from Barthoods
I been in Japan town, steady coppin' some art books
My b*tch lookin' almost as thick as this cart looks
Psyche he don't gotta ass, but he got a 'lotta cash
As well as a when-in-doubt di*k, that I gotta grab
It could hold up my Prada bags, I swear guys, I'm not a fag
I'm really just a chick with fat racks, like a laundromat
Psyche, my tight is flat, but I'm never without a stack
And when it comes to ass, homie, I got a 'lotta that
I get me a 'lotta that, Louis Vuitton dress, I think I just might model that
'Lotta straps, I pack more heat than a sauna has
Automatic, rat-a-tat-tat, is y'all ain't on to that
[Verse]
That last part was ass, but whatever TBH
'Tryna get me some C-A-T, opps f*ck with the cops, so astute, A-C-A-B
I'm finna f*ck the thot, so let me hop in a C-A-B
Give me the ETA, so you can pull up and E-A-T
She don't like PDA, said, "I'm callin' out C-A-P,"
I can't tell if she like me, she like that b*tch B-A-D
But she keep callin' me up, askin' if I'm down to T-A-P
I'm like, lemme see

[Bridge]
Ahem, sorry, shawty I got work that day
"But, you're like, unemployed"

[Outro]
Sorry, shawty, I got work that day, but, what can I say
f*ckin' b*tches, and then dippin', guess I'm stuck in my ways
I can- aw, f*ck, the beat's ending, alright, word, I guess I'll stop rappin'
Damn, alright, bye
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