Half You Lames

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B-Dope is a musical artist known for their unique blend of hip hop and R&B genres. They have gained recognition for their catchy hooks, thoughtful lyrics, and infectious beats. B-Dope's music often reflects their personal experiences and tackles various themes such as love, relationships, and societal issues. They have released several successful albums and collaborated with other notable artists in the industry. B-Dope continues to captivate audiences with their distinctive musical style and continues to pave their way in the music industry. more »

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Eighty eight
Head start boppin' like who dat
When Bob rap, oh word
Fire out your faces, is what I'll smack, uh

No weapon form could prosper against me
Take out your squad, start with your bestie, go
Who dare question the man that's spittin'
I'm waitin

I'm still the man, off the dome or written
You kiddin'
I'm one of the best in the bottom
How you tryna compare

Jordan vs Pippen, uh
Half a ton in a trash bag
13 gallons of shake, make one hell of a stash bag
Flash cash, never no need to brag

The weed we had, had a lighter seal the bag
Just to keep it closed, got hoes everywhere I go
I know that they eyeing
Bob stays shinin', so I stays with the iron

Any nigga that stay, he better than me
Tell him stop lying
The 88 around my neck swing heavily
City on my back, competition, they better be ready

For the pain that I'm inflictin' when I
Burrrr, stick up, ha-ha-ha, stick em
Bullets spit out the Rod, the size of Strickland
The way Mz Melz beats bang, the shit's sickening

Whoever on top, just know, your time tickin
I'm back for what's mine, nigga, pay attention
I warned you before, didn't listen when your boy spoke
Everything in fruition, your master track's like Tone Poke

Whoever want smoke, better prepare
Strategical lines drawn, I turn your circles to squares
X marks the spot on whatever I'm aimin' at
On any track I spit on, just know, I'm slayin' that

It's funny how you niggas be sayin' that
Your man nice failin' to mention
I'm the reason they rap
In the bottom of the map, name a nigga that beat me (I'll wait)

Clearly, you can never say that
You must be out your goddamn mind to think that they did
Before I blood splatter your ribs, kill the chit-chatter
F*ck whoever up, man, it don't matter

Come on, man, it ain't for the bait
Down in 88, know my son got next
And on the mic, he bout to drop more bombs than funk flex
As for me, I've been a king and champ

Signed, sealed, and stamped
Somebody must've got you amped
To think you as nice as me
We are not the same

That's why I never do a song with half you lames
But whatever, nigga, keep thinkin' what you want
Don't give a f*ck who you are
I don't see no comp

I never had, never will
You niggas wish you was ill
For years, I've been doin' my thing
And I'm still for real

I can't believe that they doubt me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Diss me
And it'll be your funeral

After I shit on you
Piss on your grave and treat the shit like a urinal
Flush you out, without a doubt
It's Bob here, Bob out

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