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Rap Shit
by tyg.dev
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(Wake up to reality)
Back on this rap shit, back on this trap shit
Beefin' with me, nigga, you gon' get smacked, bitch
Nina on me and it's gon' get to clappin
Shooter at his feet, that nigga gon' tap dance
You don't got no money, them is your broke bands
Glasses on his face but they are not Ray-Bans
Dirty ass nigga, he ain't got no friends
Tyg pokin' holes through you and yo' bed
How you makin' music, but you got no fans
Killin' a nigga was not part of the plan
I am not killin' shit, I'm a civilian
Hold on, a pedestrian, even
All I do is play the game on the weekend
Better watch your tone, if we are speakin
Before I have to get to tweakin
Put a hole in his head, now he leakin
Mask up at his front door, nigga, I'm not trick or treatin
Time to switch the rap scheme
Nina on my lap and it got a red beam
Me and Tron pokin' holes through you and yo' team
I got an Arab, big shooter named Hakeem
Nigga got no bitches, he havin' wet dreamz
But he is not J. Cole
My nigga's Jorge and Pedro tote that pole
You know I got them niggas on my payroll
Best believe they gon' shoot when I say so
All I gotta do is give em' some pesos
(Wake up to reality)
Back on this rap shit, back on this trap shit
Beefin' with me, nigga, you gon' get smacked, bitch
Nina on me and it's gon' get to clappin
Shooter at his feet, that nigga gon' tap dance
You don't got no money, them is your broke bands
Glasses on his face but they are not Ray-Bans
Dirty ass nigga, he ain't got no friends
Tyg pokin' holes through you and yo' bed
How you makin' music, but you got no fans
Killin' a nigga was not part of the plan
I am not killin' shit, I'm a civilian
Hold on, a pedestrian, even
All I do is play the game on the weekend
Better watch your tone, if we are speakin
Before I have to get to tweakin
Put a hole in his head, now he leakin
Mask up at his front door, nigga, I'm not trick or treatin
Time to switch the rap scheme
Nina on my lap and it got a red beam
Me and Tron pokin' holes through you and yo' team
I got an Arab, big shooter named Hakeem
Nigga got no bitches, he havin' wet dreamz
But he is not J. Cole
My nigga's Jorge and Pedro tote that pole
You know I got them niggas on my payroll
Best believe they gon' shoot when I say so
All I gotta do is give em' some pesos
