LOONEY TUNE SHROOMS
I was really moving it
I was really doin it
These rappers talking shit
And the ain't even proving it
I put this on my chest
I'm the best
You know I'm like that
Haters gonna talk and went ain't even gonna fight that (Right)
I ain't in my bag I'm loading fuck is you talking bout
Niggas talking shit like they can spit
They gotta close they mouth
I do this in my sleep this is easy ya niggas need me
Wipe that bitter look off ya face
You looking greasy
I could make a bet and not check nigga that's no sweat
Don't punch above ya weight rule one I hope you heard that
Feather weights talking heavy
Granny pussy
Elder berry
How was ya trip?
I'll tell you ready?
Walked in empty handed
Walked out Louie Duffel
Higher fare it's on shuffle
Rubber bands paper bundles
I was really moving it
I was really doin it
These rappers talking shit
And the ain't even proving it
I put this on my chest I'm the best you know I'm like that
Haters gonna talk and I ain't even gonna fight that
Put ya hands up
fuck that
Put them shits down
The mic is like a shotty and I'm ready to catch a body
Ya Niggas rap for fun. You need to pick a different hobby
I was passing time
Passing rhymes
On gangster lines
Slick bars
Quick wit
Big dick
Clever nerd
Best MC wit no chain ya ever hear
The pleasures all mine. I'm truly mad at y'all
Making money sleeping when I'm dead I'm eating
I was really doin it
These rappers talking shit
And the ain't even proving it
I put this on my chest
I'm the best
You know I'm like that
Haters gonna talk and went ain't even gonna fight that (Right)
I ain't in my bag I'm loading fuck is you talking bout
Niggas talking shit like they can spit
They gotta close they mouth
I do this in my sleep this is easy ya niggas need me
Wipe that bitter look off ya face
You looking greasy
I could make a bet and not check nigga that's no sweat
Don't punch above ya weight rule one I hope you heard that
Feather weights talking heavy
Granny pussy
Elder berry
How was ya trip?
I'll tell you ready?
Walked in empty handed
Walked out Louie Duffel
Higher fare it's on shuffle
Rubber bands paper bundles
I was really moving it
I was really doin it
These rappers talking shit
And the ain't even proving it
I put this on my chest I'm the best you know I'm like that
Haters gonna talk and I ain't even gonna fight that
Put ya hands up
fuck that
Put them shits down
The mic is like a shotty and I'm ready to catch a body
Ya Niggas rap for fun. You need to pick a different hobby
I was passing time
Passing rhymes
On gangster lines
Slick bars
Quick wit
Big dick
Clever nerd
Best MC wit no chain ya ever hear
The pleasures all mine. I'm truly mad at y'all
Making money sleeping when I'm dead I'm eating
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Davis
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