Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2
Chris King, Trippie Redd
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(I love Trippie Redd) Yeah, big blunts I like to roast up Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya Chillin with the gang, I like to post up Get up off the block if I don't know ya You're dealin' with some soldiers I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I rise with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh And you know I'm motherfuckin' poppin', silly Pop a pilly, pop a nigga head like amoxicillin I'm a villain really, don't show no pity I'm hassadiddy to these bitches, bitch She hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty How you hot and shitty? Wait, 'cause shit hot But you know your shit not My shit make the whole city rock and ditty bop I spit it off the titty top and if you don't like it then, f*ck nigga Eat a itty bitty cock Yeah, eeny-meenie-miney moe, catch a thottie by her toe If I let her go, then I'll probably f*ck another hoe I'm stacking paper like a binder, she slimey, she not a rider A nigga got bars, who's your service provider? Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis Creative player, high bars like I turned up all the sliders Okay, pop a silly like amoxicillin, when I pop the trigger Drop a nigga, then he shook his body like a Macarena Mop a stranger, he was staring strange catching improper angles God can't save you, suck my bitch from the back, call it Palms Angels I bet when a nigga hop up, bitches, they'll be all angry I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got SARS, nigga I be in the background, you could see that I'm a star, nigga I got where I am, being exactly who I are, nigga You ain't protected at the garage out your car, nigga I'm the bomb, just like a warhead, go to war just like a jarhead Give this dog a bone, this nigga wasn't gonna catch it like that shit was far fetched Young nigga, staying on point just like a bayonet Who's rolling top down, bumpin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette Just a young nigga, but I been doin' it so long, they gotta praise the vet' For my niggas in lockdown and the crimees that really plead the fifth Pouring lean inside the booth, yeah I'm multitasking these multimillions M-16'll blow out your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
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