Tofu
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track (yeah)
Tell 'em send another rack
We got everything they lack (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
They hatin' in vain like needles
My girl ain't bad she evil
Inside of a scope she sees you
'Cause it's a secret
So if you leak it
She gotta leave you see through
Watching your life force seep through
I know all kinds of people (yeah(
Playin with knives and gleeful
Ayy
I'm on the grind, earnin' what's mine
But I got the time to bleed you
I don't like hearing your lectures (yeah)
I keep the bliq like a western (whoa)
But now I shoot like a expert
Bitch, like a blessing
Buzzin' like sensor
Bussin' like pressure
Ball wit no effort
Kill 'em like dexter
Tell me who next up
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track
Tell 'em send another rack
We got everything they lack (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
Goku, I cut her off like I'm Nobu
We're soul food, these bands are faker than tofu
I got some hands that are quicker than Joe too
Runnin' numbers like I'm playing sudoku
Suckas hatin' over dreams that they sold you
We the greatest baby thought that I told you
They don't mean shit to me
I am my number one enemy
All y'all lack identity
I'm leavin' you slumped like a Kennedy
Hoe please, how you gon' ball with them broke knees
Gettin' the bread and I'm stuffin' the bag
I got a squad we ain't reppin' a flag
Broly i'm boutta murk 'em like broly
Brokeboy, did I hear the sound of a brokeboy?
Big right hand when I'm poppin' shit
Like where you gonna be when the shit gets lit
Like whatcha gonna do when the baseline hits
But they hit me up when they need shit ethered
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track
Tell 'em send another rack
We got everything they lack (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track (yeah)
Tell 'em send another rack (what?)
We got everything they lack (hey) (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
Goku, I cut her off like I'm Nobu
We're soul food, these bands are faker than tofu
I got some hands that are quicker than Joe too
Runnin numbers like I'm playing sudoku
Suckas hatin' over dreams that they sold you
We the greatest baby thought that I told you
I might just breathe on the track (yeah)
Tell 'em send another rack
We got everything they lack (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
They hatin' in vain like needles
My girl ain't bad she evil
Inside of a scope she sees you
'Cause it's a secret
So if you leak it
She gotta leave you see through
Watching your life force seep through
I know all kinds of people (yeah(
Playin with knives and gleeful
Ayy
I'm on the grind, earnin' what's mine
But I got the time to bleed you
I don't like hearing your lectures (yeah)
I keep the bliq like a western (whoa)
But now I shoot like a expert
Bitch, like a blessing
Buzzin' like sensor
Bussin' like pressure
Ball wit no effort
Kill 'em like dexter
Tell me who next up
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track
Tell 'em send another rack
We got everything they lack (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
Goku, I cut her off like I'm Nobu
We're soul food, these bands are faker than tofu
I got some hands that are quicker than Joe too
Runnin' numbers like I'm playing sudoku
Suckas hatin' over dreams that they sold you
We the greatest baby thought that I told you
They don't mean shit to me
I am my number one enemy
All y'all lack identity
I'm leavin' you slumped like a Kennedy
Hoe please, how you gon' ball with them broke knees
Gettin' the bread and I'm stuffin' the bag
I got a squad we ain't reppin' a flag
Broly i'm boutta murk 'em like broly
Brokeboy, did I hear the sound of a brokeboy?
Big right hand when I'm poppin' shit
Like where you gonna be when the shit gets lit
Like whatcha gonna do when the baseline hits
But they hit me up when they need shit ethered
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track
Tell 'em send another rack
We got everything they lack (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha)
I might just breathe on the track (yeah)
Tell 'em send another rack (what?)
We got everything they lack (hey) (ha, ha)
Can't a nigga hold me back
Can't a bitch hold me back
Goku, I cut her off like I'm Nobu
We're soul food, these bands are faker than tofu
I got some hands that are quicker than Joe too
Runnin numbers like I'm playing sudoku
Suckas hatin' over dreams that they sold you
We the greatest baby thought that I told you
Credits
Writer(s): Nickolas Hale Sampson, Staig Aron Flynn, Joseph William Jr Lana, Adam Lee Ramey, William Edward Iii Lauderdale
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