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WillThaRapper n*gga
[Verse 1: WillThaRapper]
Say look -
I drop a deuce in my cup
Hit the booth f*cked up (Woah woah)
Hit the gas, dropped the top
Now my roof f*cked up
Switching lanes, spilled my lean
Now my shoes f*cked up
You take my n*ggas for a joke
You got my dudes f*cked up (Squa-squa)
Ole' b*tch, wasn't sh*t
What she lose, lucks up (My bread)
The plug called my phone, What it do? What's up?
He say he trynna move a block
Had to tell him what's what (n*gga what?)
I'm a rapper, not a trapper, all I do is bust guts (Bow)
But I'll break a brick down if I'm ass out
Why these rap n*ggas do nothing that they rap bout'?
I don't even try to cut off their lil' rap route
I just pull my mask down when they cash out (I need that)
Since we ain't' rich, we talk our sh*t, don't need a stash house
I hit a lick, I don't buy kicks, I keep it trapped out
They talking traps but never in em', what they track bout?
They toting guns that's never used for what they're rapt' bout'
I might pull my mac out
Say "put your hands up" (Put your hands up)
Catch him at the go-go let out
Say "give your bands up" (Give the cash up)
You a lil' b*tch, type to snitch, give your mans up (He did it)
Once you see a clip
p*ss and sh*t and call your grandma (Ew)
n*ggas talk on twitter, man them n*ggas got the game f*cked up
WillThaRapper is a b*tch? You got my name f*cked up
I'm high as hell, trynna shoot, so my aim f*cked up
Do-do Do do POW
Hit his head, now his brain f*cked up
Your favorite rapper is a b*tch, he got his chain tucked up
But he say he wanna kill me, I don't give a f*ck f*ck
What that mean? That mean, I don't give two tough f*cks
I roll two stuffed crust and now I'm too f*cked up (Woah)