Yes Bana Freestyle
Nowadays nimechoka
No need for no fast rhymes my punchlines wakiskia wanaogopa
They never knew about me now I'm teaching 'em a lesson
This is rap class kindly listen to your mentor
My style of rap na change kwa hii sector
Small circle lakini niko kwenye center
Come close Buda washa collo
These days sina time ya usoto
Napenda dem amebeba ubongo
Me nasaka pesa baby sina time ya roho
Walidai rap ni ujanja
Nilishadishi nika Niko kuku manga
Itabidi hawa ma rapper wamejipanga
They like wow Sirawa's bringing the house down
Kush so loud it's something like the surround sound
Hell yeah you know I wanna make my mum proud
Swag so clean they think I walk with the soap now
Ain't no Nigga that can match up to me boy
Your girls bow down to me like I'm the king boy
Ice cold bling on when the sun on
Good dick baby straight to it fuck a sweet song
Niggas tryna bring beef I don't vibe with that
Money on the table watch how Niggas really scratch your back
Your favorite rapper lemme show you how I counter that
Dishing out hits yeah they call me rap's quarterback
At 17 that's when I knew that it was built for me
Like Biggie Smalls I'm the rapper with the lisp hommie
Don't trip boy you know I always got the stick on me
Middle fingers up to those Niggas tryna hate on me
No need for no fast rhymes my punchlines wakiskia wanaogopa
They never knew about me now I'm teaching 'em a lesson
This is rap class kindly listen to your mentor
My style of rap na change kwa hii sector
Small circle lakini niko kwenye center
Come close Buda washa collo
These days sina time ya usoto
Napenda dem amebeba ubongo
Me nasaka pesa baby sina time ya roho
Walidai rap ni ujanja
Nilishadishi nika Niko kuku manga
Itabidi hawa ma rapper wamejipanga
They like wow Sirawa's bringing the house down
Kush so loud it's something like the surround sound
Hell yeah you know I wanna make my mum proud
Swag so clean they think I walk with the soap now
Ain't no Nigga that can match up to me boy
Your girls bow down to me like I'm the king boy
Ice cold bling on when the sun on
Good dick baby straight to it fuck a sweet song
Niggas tryna bring beef I don't vibe with that
Money on the table watch how Niggas really scratch your back
Your favorite rapper lemme show you how I counter that
Dishing out hits yeah they call me rap's quarterback
At 17 that's when I knew that it was built for me
Like Biggie Smalls I'm the rapper with the lisp hommie
Don't trip boy you know I always got the stick on me
Middle fingers up to those Niggas tryna hate on me
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Owino
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