Rap Star
Niggas die for calling names, you better duck
They fuck with us, they bite the dust
All them hoes that you been cuffing, I then fucked
I then ran off on the plug, bitch I got bucks
So you know my money up
Youngin' spinning out a Rover like what up
My bitch got that ass, I tell her shawty put it on me
Prolly did her wrong when I was home, I said I'm sorry
Please leave me alone, 'll bust your dome, send you where God be
Nigga leaked my song, I'm still gon' drop it, you can't fraud me
I'm in this Scat Pack full of doja, you know God? I'll make y'all closer
I sip lean until I'm dozey
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I freestyled this shit not wrote it
I'm a rapper, Cho a poet
Murder music, I promote it
Slide, slide, slide
Red eye, smokin' on them dead guys, okay
Nigga try to slide and he gon' die, tell him come this way
I been puttin' shit up for years, these tears I cry, they will not phase me
You say my name, I bust yo' brain, put him to sleep, I hear a baby
Chop like I came home and made it hotter
I'ma hit it once and then the bitch get out of here
I don't got no- uh, baby I don't show no fear, yeah
I don't got no- uh, baby I don't show no fear, yeah
Niggas die for calling names, you better duck
They fuck with us, they bite the dust
All them hoes that you been cuffing, I then fucked
I then ran off on the plug, bitch I got bucks
So you know my money up
Youngin' spinning out a Rover like what up
My bitch got that ass, I tell her shawty put it on me
Prolly did her wrong when I was home, I said I'm sorry
Please leave me alone, 'll bust your dome, send you where God be
Nigga leaked my song, I'm still gon' drop it, you can't fraud me
Tend smoke just like good dope, I make 'em ride out
Niggas talk that gangsta shit, we run down and they dying out
Mamas crying all around the fucking city
Really I'm the the hottest, bitch who fuckin' wit' me?
The baddest hoe, my money long, and know it's strong, yeah
You fuck with us, I get you gone, we bust yo' dome, yeah
You know Bang, that my mans, that's my fuckin' trigger finger (@souljabang)
You play we bust your brain, you know we killing all them niggas, yeah
Killing all them niggas, yeah, youngin' he then woke up
Nigga popped that X, he say "Cho, bitch I'm doped up"
Nigga I don't know her, shit, you can have her
She only wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a rapper
Niggas die for calling names, you better duck
They fuck with us, they bite the dust
All them hoes that you been cuffing, I then fucked
I then ran off on the plug, bitch I got bucks
So you know my money up
Youngin' spinning out a Rover like what up
My bitch got that ass, I tell her shawty put it on me
Prolly did her wrong when I was home, I said I'm sorry
Please leave me alone, 'll bust your dome, send you where God be
Nigga leak my song, I'm still gon' drop it, you can't fraud me
They fuck with us, they bite the dust
All them hoes that you been cuffing, I then fucked
I then ran off on the plug, bitch I got bucks
So you know my money up
Youngin' spinning out a Rover like what up
My bitch got that ass, I tell her shawty put it on me
Prolly did her wrong when I was home, I said I'm sorry
Please leave me alone, 'll bust your dome, send you where God be
Nigga leaked my song, I'm still gon' drop it, you can't fraud me
I'm in this Scat Pack full of doja, you know God? I'll make y'all closer
I sip lean until I'm dozey
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I freestyled this shit not wrote it
I'm a rapper, Cho a poet
Murder music, I promote it
Slide, slide, slide
Red eye, smokin' on them dead guys, okay
Nigga try to slide and he gon' die, tell him come this way
I been puttin' shit up for years, these tears I cry, they will not phase me
You say my name, I bust yo' brain, put him to sleep, I hear a baby
Chop like I came home and made it hotter
I'ma hit it once and then the bitch get out of here
I don't got no- uh, baby I don't show no fear, yeah
I don't got no- uh, baby I don't show no fear, yeah
Niggas die for calling names, you better duck
They fuck with us, they bite the dust
All them hoes that you been cuffing, I then fucked
I then ran off on the plug, bitch I got bucks
So you know my money up
Youngin' spinning out a Rover like what up
My bitch got that ass, I tell her shawty put it on me
Prolly did her wrong when I was home, I said I'm sorry
Please leave me alone, 'll bust your dome, send you where God be
Nigga leaked my song, I'm still gon' drop it, you can't fraud me
Tend smoke just like good dope, I make 'em ride out
Niggas talk that gangsta shit, we run down and they dying out
Mamas crying all around the fucking city
Really I'm the the hottest, bitch who fuckin' wit' me?
The baddest hoe, my money long, and know it's strong, yeah
You fuck with us, I get you gone, we bust yo' dome, yeah
You know Bang, that my mans, that's my fuckin' trigger finger (@souljabang)
You play we bust your brain, you know we killing all them niggas, yeah
Killing all them niggas, yeah, youngin' he then woke up
Nigga popped that X, he say "Cho, bitch I'm doped up"
Nigga I don't know her, shit, you can have her
She only wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a rapper
Niggas die for calling names, you better duck
They fuck with us, they bite the dust
All them hoes that you been cuffing, I then fucked
I then ran off on the plug, bitch I got bucks
So you know my money up
Youngin' spinning out a Rover like what up
My bitch got that ass, I tell her shawty put it on me
Prolly did her wrong when I was home, I said I'm sorry
Please leave me alone, 'll bust your dome, send you where God be
Nigga leak my song, I'm still gon' drop it, you can't fraud me
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Writer(s): Jameyion Parker
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