You.Know.I.Had.to.Do.It
El Escobario, LNS Masu, & Baby Bear
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Lemme start off by sayin you a f*ck boy wanna be Claimin I ain’t flexing I ain’t got a fuckin Rollie That might be true but my glasses are Versace Seein that you fake you claimin your shit is the hottest Wrist rockin Burberry Belt is Ferragamo Might cop me some Louis You stuck in a pothole Claimin that my shit is sounding trash You say it’s awful Look into the mirror nigga Tell me that I’m not wrong Sellin all the Perkys Bussin off a Xanax Stealin all my lyrics You say that you made it That shit plagiarism Dumbass check my status Pluggin off of iTunes Spotify I’m flexin Check me out on Youtube LNS Goblins Shawty say I’m best and Rockin on my Robins You a little broke boy You just out here flexin Claimin that I ain’t shit Say it to my face then Lookin like a low class Logic Eminem ass My bitches are dumb bad Take it in your own ass You a little gay boy Cryin for your hoe back Cuz I might just steal her She know that I tote tags Bitch you lookin sleezy Think it’s kinda easy You can’t even top me You can’t even diss me All my niggas true fans You got no supportin I might end your rap track Are you even worth it Bitch you hit me up first Bitch you in the gutters I might catch you lackin I might catch you slumpin Nigga you ain’t nothin I ain’t see you front Totin on my glock better Get a fuckin cover I dont f*ck with beefin But your ass was dissin Imma get to heatin Find a pot to piss in Imma catch you lackin Leave you in the back an Hit you with the shotty Then I tell her throw it back and Really drippin Fiji You ain’t drippin nothin Sippin on my lean lean Wokin off I’m bussin Catch your ass in public Better get to runnin Bullets get to dumpin Gang it get to huntin Goofy ass nigga tryina be like me And I find it really funny you can’t hit like me You can’t spit like me you can’t breathe like me Lay you down up in your grave you tryina lead like me I be winnin the race Earndhart in my vains Driftin like its Nascar Get your goofy ass face Out my fuckin DM’s You a damn disgrace Know you tryina beat them But my homies gon lay Bitch I got a better flow You can’t flow if it was for Savin your damn life Same with all your fuckin bros Bitch your gang ain’t shit Rather call it a clique You a dick ridin fucka You ain’t droppin no hits I be poppin that Glock off Think you got that shit wrong You say that you made it You a copy cat how Many more times Should I tell you that you ain’t hot Throw you in the back seat Hit you with the sawed off Smoke gas like a Jewish Nigga you so foolish Hit you with a full clip You ain’t even provin You ain't even showin You ain't even blowin Sayin that you’d make it in the Game but you ain't gloin Ridin in a Nissan You ride in a Taurus Big box motor Tires get to smokin You ain't smokin nothin I just think you bluffin Hit you Call of Duty It’s a one to nothin Hopin that you OD I’ll hit you with a needle I don’t see you smokin Reggie in your reefer Pistol in the party But I ain't gon see you Yo ass not invited You can’t even get through Nigga f*ck you Imma hit you with a slug too Stealin all my lyrics Shoot you down like World War 2 Bedroom studio I don’t care cuz imma make a hit Quit actin like you better Cuz you really ain't that different Recordin on your phone I got my AT2020 bitch Prolly talk to feds I better watch Before you fuckin snitch You lowkey like my music That is quite amusing You wanna make a track But I think that you might ruin it You claim that you tote tags You ain't buyin nothin I bought me a new grill So me teeth are shinin Your music is borin Got me fuckin snorin My bitch got the titty tats Your bitch fat as f*ck man Ridin in a foreign Sticky weed smokin Hit another lick and then I Put you in a coffin Ride with Escobario While we fuckin bumpin Bimmer finna shit tail Put you in the oven There ain't no discussion Last nigga standin EBG its LNS That shit is for life man Slumpin off a Xan pill Backsweat swervin Bear is packin up the heat Nackey fill you up with Bullet they some hollow tips Dolph he leave you leakin Skrtin out the dealership All my brothers peakin You really gotta stop I put you on the song Already fallin off Reconsider what you’ve done Hit you like I’m Nick Cruz AR15 got the tool Columbine I hit you Medula finna split you Lookin like your 12 boy I play with the big toys You ain't makin money but I Got the work like I’m employed “ASAP Andy” F*ck Yung Spidey Say that he bodied Put him on the project He really tryina prove it He really lookin stupid He straight up disrespectin You know I had to do it “ASAP Andy” F*ck Yung Spidey Say that he bodied Put him on the project He really tryina prove it He really lookin stupid He straight up disrespectin You know I had to do it
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