killkanaan/SolidStateScouter

Dang Young ATG is still doin' his thang Try to slime out I'm breakin' his fangs Watch 'em get fried when I'm raising this cane Ol' Snitch ass nigga done Tsung like Shang Up the heat and burn him, his bitch screamin Aang He leanin' like wock when I flock him, no flame Project Explizit ain't fucking with lames I done saved niggas lives and put food in they stomach Broke off and done gave my last blue on the money Never asked for it back I was cool with the frontin' Now I'm fake and I'm pussy, boy ooh this shit funny These rappers be scared of me, that is my thesis Most of my dogs turned to snakes, rats, and leeches My shit is jumpin' outplayin' they weak shit Must be retarded fuckin' with a genius Wanna outshine me, that ain't in ya grasp I can't beef with a faggot that play in they ass When you sending them threats better say it with class Since he think he kick door, he get left in the grass Project the reason you can't book a show Nigga we the reason you can't go to the store ATG too legit to go switch for hoe Tell that boy to quit rappin' he not gon' blow Fuck all that talkin' I'll slay me a canaanite They woofin' on Insta but they never came to fight Beat his ass with blick 'cuz that hoe nigga brang a knife Everyone know you weak your brother, mother, and your wife Huh Playing both sides, nigga that gets you shot Who gon' shoot sum we know you not Say it's on sight and get slapped with a thuwop Chief of this shit all my people say OORAH Try to rob Rich, bitch that shit is a no go Back out the knocka, that nigga say oh no I don't need to black out to paint a nigga rojo You say you get bread, ya moms on section ocho That boy a bitch he got stripped in Seattle That boy is my son he get hit with a paddle He like to get tough when a nigga at work I pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled Funk-Town, not Philly, fuck brotherly love Next nigga cross me headbutting a slug Why he act like a hoe someone get him some uggs 19 in the grip bitch I don't gotta mug Aye, 19 in the grip bitch I don't gotta mug Nah, 19 in the grip bitch I don't gotta mug Don't fight me bitch I am not your addiction I'll beat yo drug addict ass in submission I carried yo song so you hoping and wishin I'll stop what I'm do but I keep on persistin Don't fuck with folks that'll fold or play both sides Might slap his backstabbin ass with a 4-5 Say they die for me, I know that's a bold lie You niggas get lit up just like a menorah Gon' call yo faggot ass friends on my property I'll prop my muhfuckin pipe, then I pop at 'em The day that you pop out, it's gon' be an atrocity Fuck up the funeral, piss where his coffin be He think that he tough and all he did was talk Chop line his 90 pound body with chalk He loud as a bitch 'cuz he know that he soft I don't fight niggas I know I can dog Told yo dumbass I was lackin I lied Like a pirate captain got a gat by my side The next time you get laced hope it's crack and you die Nigga quit all the cap you won't actually slide Wait, y'all aint slidin on shit boy I know that you been a bitch I stay on point lookin' sharper than scissor tips Start all that shit but you know you can't finish it Cut the street act nigga need to get rid of it Shit can get wild pussy bitch better buckle up Posted back sippin' tea in yo hood what the fuck is up Practice the 2nd, they too scared to knuckle up Put a hole in ya' shit since you sweet like a honey nut Fuck a hindu I don't need red or green dots How you pull up with drakes and ain't let off a slingshot Think he that guy I'ma show him that he's not Bitch I ain't playin' this shit not no GMod Send 'em to שאול but he not Enoch If I spot 'em I got 'em and bitch I don't beatbox Big iron cowboy, I kick shit no bebop Fuck you and ya homies, hang 'em from a treetop Shit can get cold like Napoleon Bonaparte If I'm out-numbered they all gettin' blown apart They hate on me crazy 'cuz these niggas know I'm hard They stuck at the bottom, they mad that I'm goin far These boys 2bit, 2 faced street punks Gon' and pillow talk how you gon' do me sum Wish that he wood I'll chop em like a tree trunk Lied on the tribe and that nigga got debunked Bridges is burnt so blame nobody but yourself Cross me, you lost me, go fuck yourself Don't try to call me 'cuz nah you can't touch my wealth Niggas be scrawny but they mouth be tough as hell Aye, solid state scouter I can see these niggas bitch made Scoop a fuck nigga eyes out with a switch blade Know that I will whoop you do ya crew like Kunta Kinte Fake gang bangin' broke ass lil ingrates