Rhyming Skills
[Intro]
Ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills
You ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck you off your rhyming skills
I ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills
On the gang, gang
Ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills
You ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck you off my rhyming skills
I ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills
[Verse]
This shit slap so hard, it make you wanna slap your mom dukes
Talking 'bout you gon' rob me when you see me, nigga rob who?
Told everything you witness with your eyes, boy that is not gooning
Nigga I don't even do the slime or slatt, bitch I'm a mongoose
Niggas tryna spend two for a verse and I'm worth more than that
If I want your body in that casket, I can order that
He thought he would live a long life, we had to shorten that
And you can't bring me down, breaking tackles like I'm Warren Sapp
I put a beam on my Glock, watch me put that bitch to use
I keep on ducking from the feds, hope I don't run into a goof
I can tell he got some wheels the way he running from the truth
Threw a party on the weekend, they was loving on the crew
Declare war bitch then we sliding 'bout them issues
Any nigga hanging over there then we'll get you
I'll never leave without my stick like I'm crippled
Live by it, then you die by it, shit is simple
And I'm Balenciaga stepping, these is not no Chuck Taylors
Don't be asking me for shit, I can't do you one favor
I just gave your bitch my cell, told her hit me up later
Heard you upped it but ain't busting, nigga you's a pumpfaker
Yeah bitch I can rhyme but that don't mean that I'm a rapper
Bae I had to let you go, 'cause you was friendlier than Casper
I was told to shoot 'em first, then you ask the questions after
They say life is like a book, well I'ma end you in this chapter
Bitch you ain't gotta leave your nigga, I just need you for the night
I know the game dirty as fuck that's why it's mud up in the sprite
Owners love me up in Niemen's 'cause I don't ask 'em for the price
When I told her I'm in love, she like, "for real?", I told her sike
When it's food up on your plate them boys gon' ask you for a slice
And I don't really ask for much but I'm just asking for the mic
If you disrespect the dead then I'ma slap the nigga twice
Ha ha ha ha, you niggas bitches, I'm just laughing at you dikes
I'm with the Crips from Crenshaw and they just throwing up they set
I hear you talking out your mouth but still ain't said it with your chest
Got a honkey in the town that sell that Hardy like he's Red
And they want me to drive the boat because they know I never wreck
Eyes bleeding, all I see is red, I feel like Raphael
Heard it was a price up on my noggin, but it's not for sale
Everyone getting money but when you down nigga who got your bail?
I don't need a beat, turn this bitch off and I'll go acapell'
Will I make it out alive? Don't ask me, nigga time will tell
I bought the Jeep, I'm thinking Cat, shit I might as well
All that talking 'bout you really sliding, you don't slide for real
And I ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills
Bitch
[Outro]
Fuck me off my rhyming skills
Ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills
You ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck you off your rhyming skills
I ain't even handsome, she gon' fuck me off my rhyming skills, ha
On the gang nigga