ILL Boy

ILL BOY
Anythin' I do or same it's a problem
Brudda calm down let's just solve it
You got knives and shit, think you gonna win this
I got 2 big fists, that's the difference
Homie shot him and you got a shotty
And you got a shorty, I am the witness
Mr. ILL BOY, is stuck in that different place
He don't know what to do and he can't even get laid
Huh, let me kill this
Huh, ay, let me kill this
Uh, ay, let me kill this
Uh, ay
Yeah, I'm the Illest boy my country ever seen
I'ma make a scene, not even past 16
Yeah, I am tryna get fame
And y'all are tryna laid
And y'all are tryna drink lean?
Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' Up, Hol' Up, Hol' Up
Run it back, Skummy on the track
He a fuckin' chiropract-or
Run his head over with a fucking tractor
Reverse my last words you a rotten milk carton
Get a fucking car tint at Los-Santos Customs
Big ILL BOY, don't get me started
Generals came by, ILL BOY is already drafted
ILL BOY, back in this bitch, one year of rappin'
He been rappin' since-
ILL BOY, back in this bitch, keep movin' like mothafuckin parkinson's
Ushanka on my head, think that I'm a fucking gangster
Waitin' for someone to come to me, say
"Let's rob a bank sir"
Not legal money, put it in her fuckin' punani
Wonderin' the fuck is going on?
In Japanese it's "何?"
Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em
Shut the fuck up Em'
Cole Bennet, Lemonade 'em
ILL BOY in this country, everyones obliterated
They come to my statue and they think that it is their placement
Try to talk shit to me for interrupting
Put you in my basement, lace your drink with Anti-Skater
Cause you're nothin' but a hater
Put you in my fuckin' basement
Lace your drink with Anti-Skater
Cause you nothin' but a hater
"I never look forward to the new day"
"But why not?"
"There's nothing to look forward to"
Am I original?
Yeah, yeah
Am I the only one?
Yeah, yeah
Am I sexual?
Yeah, yeah
Am I everything you need?
You better rock your body now
Everybody, yeah, yeah
Rock your body, yeah, yeah
Everybody, rock your body
I am menace, I am a dentist
Take your teeth out and the head will be precious
Take the fake lashes off, shit is tremendous
ILL BOY in this bitch, he is spreadin' awareness
Take yo' hoe, Take yo' hoe, ride around in Venice
Break all her shit, she losin' her teeth
Bitch when I die, I'ma pass on my grace
Call that bequeath
You's underneath
I'm on the top
Bitch give me top
Bitch I'm Okonma, I'm bunnyhop
I'm Miles away
Jazzy as fuck, call me Doo-Bop
Thats how we do it, bitch that's how we rock
Y'all on my rooster
I don't give a fuck
Countin' my bread
I got focaccia and I got baguettes
AP, AP on my left
That is the fifth line from FlatBed
Yeah, hol' up
Everybody, yeah, yeah
Rock your body, yeah, yeah
Everybody, yeah, yeah
Rock your body, rock your body now
ILL BOY



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Writer(s): Robert Sergey Baghramyan
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