Whack Follol de Rah (What Would Beanz Do?)
Triz Nathaniel
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I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business By my third album I'll be a triple crown winner Y'all talking horse shit, neigh-saying ass niggas It's a game but I don't play, Triz is realer So yall gonna feel this like the late Mrs. Diller But your rhymes are still a lil' sluggish bruh Sounds like hyphy-glycemia (Yuh!) Got the toast in my pocket, B That's what happens when you keep your bread next to the heat Right hand to Jeezy I ain't running these streets But last time I checked I was the man on the beats On your girl's fantasy team, I'm RB1 Cuz your boy the meats like Arby's son We ain't peers lil nigga your career is done You got 99 tracks but a hit aint one I'm going all-in betting on myself nigga Still ballin' - don't know nothing else nigga And while you on the shelf stallin' like a Soviet I'll tie you to a missle on that Wile E. Coyote tip Icy B.M.'s - that's cold shit And when I wrote this I was so baroque kid That's why my sound so classic And since these rappers stay whining I had to let em have it! They don't even live by a code So I'm treating their features like a no-fly zone And even though I love the mud on the highroad I know so many bloods yall thought I was type-O I'm like Rambo with a lil Son of Sam though Had to murder this beat cuz my dog told me so And til they throw me in Guantanamo I'll be #LikeAGirl working on her period, I hustle & flow My ho eco-friendly, got a very little waist And with you I'm malpracticing, I got no patience I'm like Drake w/ the coach of the Raptors way I'm on your back Cuz yall whack niggas got it all backwards Like saying Trump Donald f*ck Spit truth in the booth nigga what! I got a slick mouth cuz talking Greecy is a must So it's Athens to Athens and dust to dust Trust, if I'm keeping it 100 you don't want it Cuz I talk with my hands like a damn sock puppet And interrupt if you wanna kick the bucket I'm in a mood like stank cooch, not to be fucked with I see an uptick in impostors that prosper So I knock em dead in a pool - Wade in the water Rhymes so sick, but I'm wary of doctors So I'm eating more ginger than a grown Harry Potter I'm nice, but for what? Cuz I'm fed up with starving So I'ma take extra steps like J. Harden On point with that rocket when I blast it off And you could trust me whenever I ain't lying my ass off! The cast off, now I'm dealing Serial Arms These Trix up my sleeve be my Lucky Charms Ya jive turkey, we in the same gravy boat You salmon ass nigga, you f*ck around - get smoked I'm hungry, just wanna keep food in my mouth And it's hard to believe I ever had any doubts Way pussy chasing me, must be a mouse Cuz the track so g niggas wanna rob their own house No sense of decency, my other one's heightened So I can see the whole rap game and it's frightening A bad blowjob - everybody biting I clap-back with thunder that's enlightening
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