Trap & Skeet
Certified card carrying twisted pimp
You already know what's in my waist, so why're you asking 'bout this limp?
She be tweaking off of this dick, got that pussy all on the fritz
Put the heat to his head, got his brain on a shvitz
Yeah, I don't rap no more
I've been getting money on my own, it ain't cap no more
Done made 20K off PNG's, like what're y'all slacking for?
I flick a phalange in your face, don't do no back & forth
No back & forth
Clay pigeon hoes in the crib, way I trap & skeet
Mac 'N Cheese chain, fuck you thought it was?
This mack ain't free
Smacking geeks, took off with their bitches, then I'm clapping cheeks
Never kneel for nothing, you would think that I be lacking knees
Money making murderer, my jacket's made of Furby fur
Hoes up at the door be begging for treats, October 31st
Call that bitch Saks Fifth, way that I'm gonna splurge in her
Then drop her at the curb and act like I ain't never heard of her
Bully in the building, they see me and hit the jerk alert
Swear it ain't my fault that my prescence really be hurting nerds
Fuck them squares, no one in my corner, swag circular
Hundred dollar Surf & Turf, worthless rappers for dessert
Blew through more than you're ever gonna make
I don't more thug shit than your raps ever gonna fake
Done deleted more tracks than you is ever gonna make
And 'cause of all of the above, I'm just gonna let your ass hate
No cake on their plates, I already ate their take
But it ain't really a loss, they wasn't gonna touch it anyway
Bet you thought my ass was done, wasn't gonna hear from me again
I cannot believe you motherfuckers, I don't even wanna finish this bar
I could be six months dead, in the box, in the ground, rotted out, full blown worm food
And still rap circles around you buster ass dilettantes
In fact, I could spit double helixes up, down, and all around
You yellow belly, cornfed, factory farm bitches
Do not test my pimping, nor my gangsterism, unless you got a death wish
And I know your dog ass is not Chuck Bronson, bitch
That was a joke, I was just joking
You already know what's in my waist, so why're you asking 'bout this limp?
She be tweaking off of this dick, got that pussy all on the fritz
Put the heat to his head, got his brain on a shvitz
Yeah, I don't rap no more
I've been getting money on my own, it ain't cap no more
Done made 20K off PNG's, like what're y'all slacking for?
I flick a phalange in your face, don't do no back & forth
No back & forth
Clay pigeon hoes in the crib, way I trap & skeet
Mac 'N Cheese chain, fuck you thought it was?
This mack ain't free
Smacking geeks, took off with their bitches, then I'm clapping cheeks
Never kneel for nothing, you would think that I be lacking knees
Money making murderer, my jacket's made of Furby fur
Hoes up at the door be begging for treats, October 31st
Call that bitch Saks Fifth, way that I'm gonna splurge in her
Then drop her at the curb and act like I ain't never heard of her
Bully in the building, they see me and hit the jerk alert
Swear it ain't my fault that my prescence really be hurting nerds
Fuck them squares, no one in my corner, swag circular
Hundred dollar Surf & Turf, worthless rappers for dessert
Blew through more than you're ever gonna make
I don't more thug shit than your raps ever gonna fake
Done deleted more tracks than you is ever gonna make
And 'cause of all of the above, I'm just gonna let your ass hate
No cake on their plates, I already ate their take
But it ain't really a loss, they wasn't gonna touch it anyway
Bet you thought my ass was done, wasn't gonna hear from me again
I cannot believe you motherfuckers, I don't even wanna finish this bar
I could be six months dead, in the box, in the ground, rotted out, full blown worm food
And still rap circles around you buster ass dilettantes
In fact, I could spit double helixes up, down, and all around
You yellow belly, cornfed, factory farm bitches
Do not test my pimping, nor my gangsterism, unless you got a death wish
And I know your dog ass is not Chuck Bronson, bitch
That was a joke, I was just joking
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Writer(s): Walker Macdonald
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