Ka-Flame feat. Hustla Ru, Break & YB Tuck -
1-800-How To Rap (feat. Hustla Ru, Break & YB Tuck) - Single
1-800-How To Rap (feat. Hustla Ru, Break & YB Tuck)
Yea see I'm a vet nigga
Yall motherfuckers ain't got no rhyme scheme no flow pattern
Nothing
Yall ain't even talking bout no real shit in yall music like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this bitch
Forever stacking till I'm rich
Never slacking I'm legit
Nigga's acting but will switch
From drug trafficking to snitch
And yall don't have to see the glitch
To know this game rigged
It's the same shit
Over and over again
It get colder but know you can win
Staying focused holding the pen
Exposing foes notice ya friends
All pretend like its love
But tonight they've chosen revenge
My team be making moves together
50 something albums that should prove who better
This industry beef is weak it's never truly settled
Man these pussy nigga's sweeter than some fucking fruity pebbles
Nothing else left to tell ya
We're going to start this off by saying It's Dolph
Yea that a major lost
Them folks just ran in lil bruh house
Yea that's another lost
We're going to rep the south just like Pimp C
Pull up by myself like I'm 10 deep
Them nigga's just hating that's envy
Turned a vet from a motherfucking 10 speed
Wanna bet got a check I'm selling weed
I'ma hit it every time got felonies
Gotta get every dime I need me
This shit Big Tyme where Weezy
Run up on me free me like B.G.
Bitch ass nigga's be whining like CeCe
I be feeling like the boy Gunna too easy
Bitch I been balling all summer like Meech
Try to put everybody on on like a leech
Switch the phone every month I don't like to be reached
People selfish they'll call talking all bout them
What you gone do for them lets talk about me
I don't care who they be keep a Glock in my reach
They don't hustle like me they ain't rapping like me
Nigga we was dead broke shawty we was on E
Now we all over seas with a hundred on me vv's on freeze
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-How to rap
Cause we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-how to rap real talk nigga
1 800 we on it
Throwing up my set like vomit
Better have yo stick
Cause I got my shit take two to the stomach
Ha
Four leaf clover soldier you out of luck
Nigga you a bitch you got yo tummy tucked
Nigga know I'm ready I cut that bitch like machetes
Looking up at these bitches we dropping shit like its heavy
Falling just like confetti I told these nigga's again
And I don't break or bend he without sin
Hit them and spin again
Then gotta get it back
Two Glocks and a brand new gat
Standing my ground and I got my crown nigga how bout that
Yea
Real nigga been thru some real thangs
Nigga I'm so great that should be my real name
Gang
Waiting for me to drop
Just like Jesus that ain't gone never happen
Got them sick
When I hit the mic
They get anorexic
Fuck with me
You gone take a L
Ain't talking lessons
Been broke so I count my blessings
No squares but we all got sections
They know I run it up but ain't talking bout stretching
Cross a nigga out I ain't even no reverend
You on ya third strike yall nigga's eleven
Yo flow too young we don't believe what you're telling
Went thru hell had heart like Kevin
All the demons in my yard hope I have a ride to heaven
Cuffing on the game swear I might catch a felony
Cut some nigga's off just to add more celery
I just want the money fuck a overnight celebrity
I just hit her once first night
I could never be a nigga turn a hoe into a wife
My heart so cold I can bleed out ice
You fucking with a shark yall nigga's just mice
Don't jump inside the water yall nigga's just rice
You can get cooked get killed at night
You don't need Christ I can end your life
Lets move lets move
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-How to rap
Cause we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-how to rap real talk nigga
Yall motherfuckers ain't got no rhyme scheme no flow pattern
Nothing
Yall ain't even talking bout no real shit in yall music like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this bitch
Forever stacking till I'm rich
Never slacking I'm legit
Nigga's acting but will switch
From drug trafficking to snitch
And yall don't have to see the glitch
To know this game rigged
It's the same shit
Over and over again
It get colder but know you can win
Staying focused holding the pen
Exposing foes notice ya friends
All pretend like its love
But tonight they've chosen revenge
My team be making moves together
50 something albums that should prove who better
This industry beef is weak it's never truly settled
Man these pussy nigga's sweeter than some fucking fruity pebbles
Nothing else left to tell ya
We're going to start this off by saying It's Dolph
Yea that a major lost
Them folks just ran in lil bruh house
Yea that's another lost
We're going to rep the south just like Pimp C
Pull up by myself like I'm 10 deep
Them nigga's just hating that's envy
Turned a vet from a motherfucking 10 speed
Wanna bet got a check I'm selling weed
I'ma hit it every time got felonies
Gotta get every dime I need me
This shit Big Tyme where Weezy
Run up on me free me like B.G.
Bitch ass nigga's be whining like CeCe
I be feeling like the boy Gunna too easy
Bitch I been balling all summer like Meech
Try to put everybody on on like a leech
Switch the phone every month I don't like to be reached
People selfish they'll call talking all bout them
What you gone do for them lets talk about me
I don't care who they be keep a Glock in my reach
They don't hustle like me they ain't rapping like me
Nigga we was dead broke shawty we was on E
Now we all over seas with a hundred on me vv's on freeze
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-How to rap
Cause we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-how to rap real talk nigga
1 800 we on it
Throwing up my set like vomit
Better have yo stick
Cause I got my shit take two to the stomach
Ha
Four leaf clover soldier you out of luck
Nigga you a bitch you got yo tummy tucked
Nigga know I'm ready I cut that bitch like machetes
Looking up at these bitches we dropping shit like its heavy
Falling just like confetti I told these nigga's again
And I don't break or bend he without sin
Hit them and spin again
Then gotta get it back
Two Glocks and a brand new gat
Standing my ground and I got my crown nigga how bout that
Yea
Real nigga been thru some real thangs
Nigga I'm so great that should be my real name
Gang
Waiting for me to drop
Just like Jesus that ain't gone never happen
Got them sick
When I hit the mic
They get anorexic
Fuck with me
You gone take a L
Ain't talking lessons
Been broke so I count my blessings
No squares but we all got sections
They know I run it up but ain't talking bout stretching
Cross a nigga out I ain't even no reverend
You on ya third strike yall nigga's eleven
Yo flow too young we don't believe what you're telling
Went thru hell had heart like Kevin
All the demons in my yard hope I have a ride to heaven
Cuffing on the game swear I might catch a felony
Cut some nigga's off just to add more celery
I just want the money fuck a overnight celebrity
I just hit her once first night
I could never be a nigga turn a hoe into a wife
My heart so cold I can bleed out ice
You fucking with a shark yall nigga's just mice
Don't jump inside the water yall nigga's just rice
You can get cooked get killed at night
You don't need Christ I can end your life
Lets move lets move
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-How to rap
Cause we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only bragging bout the cash non rapping ass nigga's
Fucking up the game I can't give them dap
They really need to call 1-800-how to rap real talk nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Parker
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