Lyrics:
You are just the stupid apprentice
Even a broom can do a better job than you
Why don't you let us take it from here
You see I had to drop it for
of the young gun
Who's been listenin' to Devz when the channel was you
Was Tales From The Crypt on my screen
'Til we met, kickstarted a dream
It was bud,
trying to be knights
Taking hella Ls
They try to line you up
And get you out the picture
But I'll FuQ a Nigga up
Keep thinking you bishop
Don't get it
Might put me on the list with the greatest
And when bishop get famous off rap
I'll walk up to my family like "Bishop, we made it!"
(Haha)
I'm just playing
wrist
From his dogs to his moms to his niece to his sis
I been balling all night, I dont need the assist
Got Henny by the plenty might need me a sip, Yea
a liquor tootsie (liquor tootsie)
I heard you ain't fuck her, but you ate the pussy (ate the pussy)
I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, it look weak (that
them niggas connected
I’m from the hill where it’s kill or be killed naw you ain’t gotta like it but you gone respect it
If you was gang and turned
gone it got you geeking
You ain’t practice what you preaching
Me, B that is, I handle biz
I’m heavyweight, mu’fuckas can’t front on the kid
No I don’t
much hate (yeah)
We might be from different states but
We all from the same place (Place)
Times is hard but they ain’t hard as it seems
All I do is say
here, boy
This ain't worth the wait, I'm sure you know by now
No one ever hangs out, they don't wanna talk it out
Might be better if you bounce, bounce,
Alpo got killed 6ix9ine been real quiet (shh)
Wendy said she fucked Method Man but he denied it (ha)
You know how Wendy Williams be she might be
my wrist, it's a blessin'
Turn my mistakes into lessons
My hitters be loving the Wesson
All of this shit has all changed
You know my life ain't
beneath of the tootsie pop drop
Don't stop 'cause I'll be your favorite
Are you free tonight, stop by if you like, if you might want to
I don't mind,
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
jumpin' from outta the V Masked down, it's just me, Dub, and Black
Lil' baby give me that head, almost gave me a head stone
I be Somewhere sippin' red
It might not be to you but this rapping is a big deal
Used to count the dollars by the ones, now it's big bills
They ask "will I make it?" but I
you believe me
Or see me to be just a
Angel that's easy to please
Angled a company by a gang
Of niggas that squeeze
Once their marks are your tire marks
been tryna chase a mill then put it on my dinner plate
Oops be asking why the fuck we rolling cause we in a race
Cuban say you always trolling watch out
the air
Mack a couple bitches, yeah we played everywhere
Shake it up and pop it, damn she sprayed everywhere, ya
And we be saucin'
I love her so you
this song
Bout to slide
By your side
Shouldn't take long
Hit my line you know I'm
Checking my phone, yea
I might be gone
But i'm checking my phone
what I mean? This is Be-Bop
Even though you think it doesn't sound
Like that be-Bop! Now, as
You might have noticed
Some of you with a musical education
slide by ya side shouldn't take long
Hit my line you know I'm checking my phone
I might be gone but I'm checking my phone
We ain't gotta link up
You
making, all the writing are beside de ser
I believe in God I'll teach you by him, make you gentle
Be my fissile egg, bromo! How decides de ser
And give them
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