Dope Interlude
I don't try to make no statements yeah
Texting with your girl I told that bitch to send location
She gon send it now
Yeah I might be the greatest
Yeah you rapping I rap she told your ass that I'm her favourite
Nigga slow it down, yeah
This is back to basics
Niggas talk like bitches niggas gossip like the neighbors
That's what we doing now
Yeah don't ask me for favours
Shawty wide open and I just dive in like I'm Neymar damn it
I need a new wrist on freeze yeah
Bad lil bitch flynees yeah
I got all the keys yeah
Serving up all the fiends yeah
Yeah we play for keeps yeah
Fuck my enemies yeah
Ain't nothing for free yeah
If you lil fuck it then leave yeah
I beat the beats, then they press repeat
Smoke on balcony
I don't like company no
Yeah, plus she think um stylish
How I can my beats and all my flows sounding the nicest
I might bomb like ISIS
I got tools like midas
I don't, don't need no stylist
I got drive don't need no licence
I might feel the need to get violent
If you don't see the need to be quiet lil boy
My wrist been on big boy
Ready for the rap game big boy?
Boss man now I employ
Bet your girl gotta dick toy
First plaque feeling like hit boy
All your shit went tin foil yeah
Texting with your girl I told that bitch to send location
She gon send it now
Yeah I might be the greatest
Yeah you rapping I rap she told your ass that I'm her favourite
Nigga slow it down, yeah
This is back to basics
Niggas talk like bitches niggas gossip like the neighbors
That's what we doing now
Yeah don't ask me for favours
Shawty wide open and I just dive in like I'm Neymar damn it
I need a new wrist on freeze yeah
Bad lil bitch flynees yeah
I got all the keys yeah
Serving up all the fiends yeah
Yeah we play for keeps yeah
Fuck my enemies yeah
Ain't nothing for free yeah
If you lil fuck it then leave yeah
I beat the beats, then they press repeat
Smoke on balcony
I don't like company no
Yeah, plus she think um stylish
How I can my beats and all my flows sounding the nicest
I might bomb like ISIS
I got tools like midas
I don't, don't need no stylist
I got drive don't need no licence
I might feel the need to get violent
If you don't see the need to be quiet lil boy
My wrist been on big boy
Ready for the rap game big boy?
Boss man now I employ
Bet your girl gotta dick toy
First plaque feeling like hit boy
All your shit went tin foil yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Sibabalwe Fiphaza, Modisaotsile Godfrey Mvundla
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