Effortless
Yuh, aye, turn me up, woah
Uh huh, the way I been
Yo, its effortless though
Uh, huh, lemme talk to 'em
The way I be rapping is effortless
No solar flare but my rapping is heaven sent
Said that I lied, where the evidence?
Oh wait, there is none, I'm way too ahead of it
I hit it raw might get sephalis, hold up
Wait, I mean syphalis
I hit it raw too much, I might get syphalis
Play it again, homie you wont get sick of this
Slobbering, gagging like she got a sickiness
Hold up, she got a sickiness
You might just float if you come get a hit of this
I ain't got hoes but I got me a misitress
Turned off her location, I'm prolly just in that bitch
She got dry text and that puss getting rid of it, uh
I said, I said I'm getting rid of it
I could never go and beef about a hoe
But I see you trying start that shit up
Just chill, smoke some dope, or just pour up a four
Then you might see that you tripping bout nun'
Stacking racks like the letter blocks when we was four
I say get the D and her hair in a bun
Get it straight to your lung if you out acting dumb
Baby go suck yo' thumb no you aint gotta gun
I do know someone that'll go get it done if you think its fun
If you think that its funny
Go check yo' girl phone, she probably love me
Ayne the Sim, Spotify, Apple and Tubi
Oh wait, its Tubi
I don't even know where I put out my music
I just post on everything, that's how I do it
Sign on her tits and her back and her booty
Like, uh huh, uh huh
I just spilled my drank on a white tee
Drinking too much drank, no more white teeth
You dont know fashion, you a hype beast
Shawty said she feeling me up, feeling me up high key
Hold up, lemme talk to 'em, its ATS, yo
Way too much, way too much, but you is a dime peice
And you know your ex is so fucking far behind me
And she said she feeling me up, feeling me up, high key
I just wanna check another check, uh huh, Nike
You ain't even from the hood take off the shiesty
And I see like way too much of the typing
Bars bite the ear off, uh huh, Mike Tyson
I just been chillin' out here, yuh type shit
Uh huh
Moving clean but they still hate anyway
Send the addy I'll hit up any play
If its up then its stuck like it's any day
I got the cheese and some buns like bacon eggs
Working on dying like BNYX
Do you want not talking Lucki Eck$
Hit her, then her friend is fucking next
I would do anything for a fucking check, uh huh
Hit it doggy, her knees gon buckle back
I want the smoke promise that you wont fuck with that
Feds gon' turn me like straight to a running back
Uh huh, 00 shit
Woah, woah, yuh
It's good
Uh huh, the way I been
Yo, its effortless though
Uh, huh, lemme talk to 'em
The way I be rapping is effortless
No solar flare but my rapping is heaven sent
Said that I lied, where the evidence?
Oh wait, there is none, I'm way too ahead of it
I hit it raw might get sephalis, hold up
Wait, I mean syphalis
I hit it raw too much, I might get syphalis
Play it again, homie you wont get sick of this
Slobbering, gagging like she got a sickiness
Hold up, she got a sickiness
You might just float if you come get a hit of this
I ain't got hoes but I got me a misitress
Turned off her location, I'm prolly just in that bitch
She got dry text and that puss getting rid of it, uh
I said, I said I'm getting rid of it
I could never go and beef about a hoe
But I see you trying start that shit up
Just chill, smoke some dope, or just pour up a four
Then you might see that you tripping bout nun'
Stacking racks like the letter blocks when we was four
I say get the D and her hair in a bun
Get it straight to your lung if you out acting dumb
Baby go suck yo' thumb no you aint gotta gun
I do know someone that'll go get it done if you think its fun
If you think that its funny
Go check yo' girl phone, she probably love me
Ayne the Sim, Spotify, Apple and Tubi
Oh wait, its Tubi
I don't even know where I put out my music
I just post on everything, that's how I do it
Sign on her tits and her back and her booty
Like, uh huh, uh huh
I just spilled my drank on a white tee
Drinking too much drank, no more white teeth
You dont know fashion, you a hype beast
Shawty said she feeling me up, feeling me up high key
Hold up, lemme talk to 'em, its ATS, yo
Way too much, way too much, but you is a dime peice
And you know your ex is so fucking far behind me
And she said she feeling me up, feeling me up, high key
I just wanna check another check, uh huh, Nike
You ain't even from the hood take off the shiesty
And I see like way too much of the typing
Bars bite the ear off, uh huh, Mike Tyson
I just been chillin' out here, yuh type shit
Uh huh
Moving clean but they still hate anyway
Send the addy I'll hit up any play
If its up then its stuck like it's any day
I got the cheese and some buns like bacon eggs
Working on dying like BNYX
Do you want not talking Lucki Eck$
Hit her, then her friend is fucking next
I would do anything for a fucking check, uh huh
Hit it doggy, her knees gon buckle back
I want the smoke promise that you wont fuck with that
Feds gon' turn me like straight to a running back
Uh huh, 00 shit
Woah, woah, yuh
It's good
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