Drum Beatdown
SoHo drip
Cuz I'm so-so hot
Imma take over the world
Like it's iRobot
You can sit and ask
What your boys got?
That's two things
Ice and top spot
Now, y'all can stay and ponder
Let your mind wander
While I fix the game
Like a first responder
Y'all wanna partake
But y'all stayin too fake
I'm Lake Superior
And you're loot lake
I'm starting to heat up
So let's take the beat down
Let's keep it silent
Don't wanna hear a sound
I want this bitch quiet
If I even hear a pin drop
That's holes in the whip
And that's a chop shop
I don't want to seem mean
I've just had a year
Thought homies was real
And fake ones reappear
They say they want beef
But they cant even braise
I'm a father in this game
I got sons I gotta raise
Y'all throwing shade
When your rap sound like a laugh track
You coughin from the smoke
So go and get a z-pack
What's that?
Godly when EZ rap that
Puff pass
But let's not even touch that
I break this shit down
And my profits goin up
You don't have a say
No if ands or buts
Y'all can take a shot
But i know you're gonna miss
Ask lil nugget
He don't want any more of this
The drums are getting hard
So whatcha gonna do
Your bars are lacking style
Like a fu man chu
You can hate me
When I beat you
You're top 10
But I'm top 2
But I'm number one
Cuz that's just how it be
You couldn't do better
Even if you were me
You run away
Cuz I know you're scared of this
I'm not here to make friends
I'm here to win, bitch
Cuz I'm so-so hot
Imma take over the world
Like it's iRobot
You can sit and ask
What your boys got?
That's two things
Ice and top spot
Now, y'all can stay and ponder
Let your mind wander
While I fix the game
Like a first responder
Y'all wanna partake
But y'all stayin too fake
I'm Lake Superior
And you're loot lake
I'm starting to heat up
So let's take the beat down
Let's keep it silent
Don't wanna hear a sound
I want this bitch quiet
If I even hear a pin drop
That's holes in the whip
And that's a chop shop
I don't want to seem mean
I've just had a year
Thought homies was real
And fake ones reappear
They say they want beef
But they cant even braise
I'm a father in this game
I got sons I gotta raise
Y'all throwing shade
When your rap sound like a laugh track
You coughin from the smoke
So go and get a z-pack
What's that?
Godly when EZ rap that
Puff pass
But let's not even touch that
I break this shit down
And my profits goin up
You don't have a say
No if ands or buts
Y'all can take a shot
But i know you're gonna miss
Ask lil nugget
He don't want any more of this
The drums are getting hard
So whatcha gonna do
Your bars are lacking style
Like a fu man chu
You can hate me
When I beat you
You're top 10
But I'm top 2
But I'm number one
Cuz that's just how it be
You couldn't do better
Even if you were me
You run away
Cuz I know you're scared of this
I'm not here to make friends
I'm here to win, bitch
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Writer(s): Christopher Hamilton
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