NEW SONG MIX 1 SORRY I DONT KNOW THE NAME

Stafford wake up Back on my bullshit Look look I drove the Venue to the venue Rad dude on an instrumental going cashews Cash rules nothing in my life My bills past due Spit a verse and Have a rapper crying in the bathroom They are trying to spy into my kitchen The recipe is not there So I don't know why you do that fool You don't have to be so bashful If you want a bit of help writing your lyrics Got a dash full All I need is a couple dollars That I'll put back in a song With hidden disses That are sure to just surpass you I spit it real nice Alpaca Chandler the rapper The boys real tight Triple A card to assure That I got the wheels right Eighty to the city I'm booking it to a tour night Shaking hands like I know y'all Pipe in lip Frosty The bars are starting to snowball You Scoobys starting to bark strong I'm just getting Shaggy My Freddie starting to grow longer I got a Daphne alone Jamming to slow songs Looking for her glasses like Velma when things go wrong I'm a machine and it is a mystery Your mother like the way I spit a rhyme The rest is history and If you see your brother Please ask him if he misses me and If you see your cousin Warn them about pyramid schemes Please They keep direct messaging me God damn I fucking hate it wait I hear my name getting yelled From a lovely bubble bath I grab my ass a glass of that brut And they will tell me double that More sugar than a Pepsi I'm sweeter than a peach Sweaty rappers don't impress me Goofy ass You cannot best me The best think you could do is Please give that mic a rest Jesus Raps from a sectional I drop four twenties and A ten then treat it like a throne My ninety dollar couch Has got more swagger than your Nine million dollar home And I don't fuck with big money Or your attitude I don't You gotta stand on more than that You think that dime wants to talk to you For less than a dime I'm on a steady rise And I will not decline I'm taking hits here and there Off a piece of my mind Kiss up on my derriere I swear the tastes sublime I run this shit My music IBS Iconical belligerent songs I'll never digress I pull up in that twenty two Like I am not pressed To make a meal out of anybody Walking big chested Incognito when your talking big Reckless Close the Mac You don't even speak The bass Feel that groove Too unique Fuck a speedboat I float down the beat One day it's all me When the vibe complete For now Stafford Beats Has got me sinking a three For now Stafford Beats Has got me sinking a three