[Intro]
It’s WillThaRapper n*gga
It’s WillThaRapper n*gga
It’s WillThaRapper n*gga
Skwa skwa...
Say look
[Verse 1]
Pull up on a n*gga block
Brace him and his f*cking man
n*ggas wanna diss but b*tch
I don’t under f*cking stand
Blow it at his teeth
In the street’s where he f*cking land
n*gga supper fiddy
f*ck a friend and I don’t f*ck with fam
[Verse 2]
Fans pull up, get to flocking
I’m like no kill, I don’t see this sh*t stopping
My n*ggas mobbing, if it’s a problem
You a goon, you green as a goblin
n*ggas be purpin’ while I be lurkin’
They wanna tweet, I’m tryna creep
They droppin’ diss, I’m loading them clips
They talk all that sh*t but act like a b*tch
[Verse 3]
Oh, he wanna diss, them n*ggas be skinny mo’
I’m the realest young n*gga
That’s some’n my city know
We spray that whole block if we saw him
The last thing we shoot is a muhf*ckin’ video
That b*tch told me she love me, it’s silly yo
I’m like really hoe? With yo wildin’ ass
You will snitch on a b*tch with yo tellin’ ass
Oh you still with the G witcho’ felon ass
[Verse 4]
Sto selling grass, like f*ck this
I’m a rap, rob or bust licks
Now I smoke dope and f*ck chicks
Can’t f*ck with n*ggas on f*ck sh*t
And my n*ggas be on anything
And anybody that come with
They wanna smoke, they can come get
They don’t jump ship, they sunk ship
On my mother, these n*ggas ain’t f*cking with me
In this game, got they ass on a bench
n*ggas can’t see me like I’m behind tent
Man f*ck a b*tch and I don’t need a friend
I just need some ass, I just need some cash
You got my money then I’m on yo ass
You got my cash, I grab my mask
I get my glick and head for yo stash
[Verse 5]
n*ggas be lunchin’ n*ggas be purpin’
n*ggas be faking I bet they won’t make it
Out in these streets, I mean it no fakin’
When they count the money I get ‘em to take it
When they come with rules
I don’t get it I break it
When they come with foreign’s
I get it and race it
When they come with gas
I get her to smoke it
He don’t like my music, but still he gon’ ‘cord it
[Verse 6]
Gotta keep focused, n*ggas want me on my back
n*ggas be hatin’ so thanks
I got a Mac, I aim that sh*t at yo back
And it put yo chest in the grass
Swear that be fast
n*ggas can’t like me or race
n*ggas know I’m in first place
n*ggas be fake
n*ggas be hatin’ like b*tches
And they on the new snitchin’
They be first 48, I got 50 clips
You would get the first 48 and I know he ain’t
He talkin’ all tough but I know he fake
He said he gon’ blow but I know he ain’t
His b*tch on my di*k, am I f*cked
See my wrist and say who turn the lights up
See my neck and say who turn the lights on
She like, you ain’t froze with that ice on
[Verse 7]
I tell b*tch I’m hotter in the streets
And they want my spot on the streets
And they goin’ hard in they tweets
Cause they could get shot in the streets
They know who I got in the streets
And I know they not with the beef
And that’s why they just wanna tweet
I see him in public and me, I don’t speak
I just put the piece on his teeth