Gossip Folks
Hello
Wait a minute
How you doing?
Never heard about me
I'm the shawty that be flowing
Rappers never sitting in my spot
Cus' I be towing
Never can come near me
Cus' they know that I be knowing
Cus' I'm on they necks like a sweater vest
They don't know what's next
Keep em' all suspect
Demand my respect, like Aretha said
I'm on- one like Drake
Bringing my whole set along
Gimme just a second, but I might just need a minute
Coming demolition
Execution, Imma finish
Rapping like I gotta, gotta, gotta
Make a livin'
Gucci, gucci
Louis, louis
On me, yeah I'm drippin'
Tsunami
You know I never bring
no fake hoes around me
Surrounded by my brothers
PSR, we the army
We arming
Rep my set with a caution, no option
Coming with the fire like arson
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Yuh
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Just when they thought I was done with
I came back, no cappin'
Resurrected
Immortal are my rhymes, I can back it
I'm way to sick always run out of napkins
Cottonelle nigga
When they turn me on
the people bounce like Tiger
He said I turn em' on
I told him I ain't Kevin Lyttle
Ain't fucking with these niggas
Know they ass all brittle
A queen, a don bitch
My status on Triple H
No holds barred
And I know your favorite rapper prolly got no bars
I'm steady making moves
Patrolling in my gah damn car
The GPS reaffirmed me that I'm going far
To the top bitch, I'm toxic
Waste that is
They can't touch me, they duck me
Fear that is
Yeah they lucky, they must be
Fighting tears, cus' they know
I ain't going no gah damn where
Wassupp
Uh
Yeah
Yah
Yeah
Like bread, you niggas loafin'
Bringing the heat
Yeah I'm making this shit toasty
Yeah it's Lean
I'm the potion, in motion
Wait? Bring the beat back
Uh
I'm coastin'
The mind of a postman
Because I'm always delivering nigga
I'm focused
They way I treat a beat nigga
Like Hocus Pocus
My rhymes untouched
I bet they don't think I wrote this
Huh, bummer
Swear I thought I told you
I'm the number one stunner
I'm the sunshine in the middle of the summer
Haters talk shit
But in person, Stevie Wonder
Cus' they can't see me
Get it?
But I'm never worried bout' them
I'm on level hundred, haters always on ten
Misses bombastic
The only way to reach me
If you were Mrs. Elastic
It's tragic they plastic
I speak to the masses
My shows are like classes
My songs are classics
Nigga pass me a basket
Then next up
Think I need a big blanket
Finna have a picnic in the park with this rap shit
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Just did it again
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