U Can't Rap Like This
I'm flipping
I'm whipping
I'm back in the kitchen
I'm making these millions
Won't stop till I'm finished
I pull up with rugers
The Glock got you spinning
You telling these rumours
This Glock gone be hitting
I'm spitting these bars
I won't stop I ain't quitting
I'll be the one
I'm gone make it
You know I be winning
Pour in every hour
Even when I'm sinning
I'm breaking the charts
With tunes I be making
The pills I be taking
My back gone be aching
Ain't no mistaking
The way the cash flaking
Her back gone be shaking
She call it breath taking
I said look bro am famous
The lambo' be racing
The coppa's be chasing'
The haters be hating
Said ill never make it
My tunes on their playlist
But still they two facing
The guap I be chasing
The stacks I be making
Like cooking up bacon
But ill never make it
But maybe I will
I'm gonna make me a mil
Imma be bussed down a grill
Saying I can't but maybe I will
Maybe I will
Like calling lil will
An ask how he feel
He saying he chill
He's saying you will
I ain't doing drill
But maybe I will
Ay
You can't rap like this
And if you did then you gone slip
If you ain't got cash in bills
Then I think you gonna miss
If u hate on me again
Then it ain't gonna be bliss
The blicky it hits
Then back to the fifth
You know you gone flop
You know this a hit
I'm winning
I'm hitting
Am back to the spitting
If I want an M
Then I just have to kill it
I pull up with shooters
You know they be killing
You telling these rumours
This Glock gone be hitting
I'm going again
You know I ain't no quitting
If I ain't gone make it
Then I'm have to break it
You feel me
Pouring out my heart
You know how I'm feeling
I'm going like demon
You can't bro don't even
Spitting like freeman
Then run from the T-man
Said look bro they teaming
Fishing like sea men
Out in the deep end
You know I'm a demon
No one I depend
Don't even 'prehend
Streams on the descend
Talking like Jesus
Jesus is leaving
No I can't pretend
Tying up looses ends
Wait till the day ends
You getting befriend
But still I ain't breathing
You can't rap like this
And if you did then you gone slip
If you ain't got cash in bills
Then I think you gonna miss
If u hate on me again
Then it ain't gonna be bliss
The blicky it hits
Then back to the fifth
You know you gone flop
You know this a hit
I'm whipping
I'm back in the kitchen
I'm making these millions
Won't stop till I'm finished
I pull up with rugers
The Glock got you spinning
You telling these rumours
This Glock gone be hitting
I'm spitting these bars
I won't stop I ain't quitting
I'll be the one
I'm gone make it
You know I be winning
Pour in every hour
Even when I'm sinning
I'm breaking the charts
With tunes I be making
The pills I be taking
My back gone be aching
Ain't no mistaking
The way the cash flaking
Her back gone be shaking
She call it breath taking
I said look bro am famous
The lambo' be racing
The coppa's be chasing'
The haters be hating
Said ill never make it
My tunes on their playlist
But still they two facing
The guap I be chasing
The stacks I be making
Like cooking up bacon
But ill never make it
But maybe I will
I'm gonna make me a mil
Imma be bussed down a grill
Saying I can't but maybe I will
Maybe I will
Like calling lil will
An ask how he feel
He saying he chill
He's saying you will
I ain't doing drill
But maybe I will
Ay
You can't rap like this
And if you did then you gone slip
If you ain't got cash in bills
Then I think you gonna miss
If u hate on me again
Then it ain't gonna be bliss
The blicky it hits
Then back to the fifth
You know you gone flop
You know this a hit
I'm winning
I'm hitting
Am back to the spitting
If I want an M
Then I just have to kill it
I pull up with shooters
You know they be killing
You telling these rumours
This Glock gone be hitting
I'm going again
You know I ain't no quitting
If I ain't gone make it
Then I'm have to break it
You feel me
Pouring out my heart
You know how I'm feeling
I'm going like demon
You can't bro don't even
Spitting like freeman
Then run from the T-man
Said look bro they teaming
Fishing like sea men
Out in the deep end
You know I'm a demon
No one I depend
Don't even 'prehend
Streams on the descend
Talking like Jesus
Jesus is leaving
No I can't pretend
Tying up looses ends
Wait till the day ends
You getting befriend
But still I ain't breathing
You can't rap like this
And if you did then you gone slip
If you ain't got cash in bills
Then I think you gonna miss
If u hate on me again
Then it ain't gonna be bliss
The blicky it hits
Then back to the fifth
You know you gone flop
You know this a hit
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Writer(s): Bradley Tattum
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