Gaffney's Ripper (Mic Check)

Mic Check
Mic Check
Mic Check
1-2-1-3
864 that's where I be
Yeah
And let me go ahead and hop on this fucking beat

I can do this in one take, that's all I need
One take, is all I need
One take is all I breath

Mic Check
Mic Check
Mic Check
1-2-1-3

Yeah

And this beat goes hard

This beat go harder
Than them them Boyz in the south
Yeah we kings of da south bitch

We the best to ever to do it
Just ask T.I.P
Ask T-I-P
Clifford Harris
With His cousin is who I be with
Yeah

Don't make me get K6
K6, K6
Go ahead lil bruh
You go hard
I go hard too bruh

King recognize King
Real recognize Real
Steel sharpens Steel, bruh

You know who we be with bruh
We Dem Mill Hill Boyz bruh
You don't want this smoke tho bruh

But I'm not talking to K6
Im talking to all of you bitch Boyz
That tried to play us

We some big Boyz
We got big toys
We do this shit just for fun boy

We make sfigures where I'm from boy
Six-Figures where I'm from boy
Just ask about me bitch

All I need is one take
One take
Hit you with that stick

Hit you with that RIP
Your people screaming out RIP
RIP

Call me the ripper, baby
One take
One take
One take is all I need

Straight outta Gaffney bruh
Straight outta Gaffney bruh
Straight outta Gaffney bruh

And this beat go hard
I'll beat you like some draws boy
I'll beat you like some cheeks boy

You don't want this heat boy
And I keep that heat tucked
It's just us like
Open season to me bruh

It's open season now
Open carry season now

Use to walk around with a fucking frown
Now all I do is fucking smile

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

You's a bitch boy
We got big toys
And we go hard boy

And we from da south boy
Kings of the south, boy
Kings of the south, boy

Yeah

Shout out to the kings that did it before me
Now I'm back on the throne
And I'm back in this seat

Mic's in front of me

Yeah

Aye

Shout out to my boy Mike Shippy, yeah

We some ballerz, we some hoopers, bruh

J.B. Shippy the best LB to ever do it bruh
He's my L.B. (Line Backer)
Fuck my lbs (Line Brother)
All you boys couldn't fucking hang with me
That's why y'all dropped
Yeah
Shout Out to Phi Iota Alpha Incorporated bruh

And Dem Boyz tried to play me bruh
Told them to pull up
They ain't pull up bruh

They know where I live tho bruh

Mill Hill, East Gaffney, South Cack-a-lack, bruh

Pull up on me
Pull up with that heat tho
If I see you
I will kill you
I will slit your fucking throat bitch
Throat bitch
Throat bitch

I will bite you bitch in the throat, bitch
Throat, bitch
Throat, bitch

All I need is one take to hop up on this beat
All your Boyz screaming out RIP

RIP
RIP
RIP
RIP
RIP

To the kings before me bruh
Go ahead and retire bruh
I'm not gonna retire bruh
I'm gonna do this til my last breath
Til my last breath
Til my last breath, Bitch

Yeah

Shout out to Gaffney Football Forever
Gaffney Football Forever

17 state champions, baby

You can't do it better than us
Y'all tried, y'all can't do it
I'm sorry



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Writer(s): Jaime Ortega
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