"Rap Like This" lyrics
(Aye Troy, you know we got us one right?)
Uh, Uh
Alright, Uh
Come on
Alright
Come on, Alright, Come on
(That nigga Dave crazy)
I try not to rap like this
I told lil Tae chill on dissin' the dead but why niggas cap like this
Three niggas on that block, they all gettin' shot, I ain't even have time to pick
Fuck them niggas that's dead and finna die, they ain't coming back lil bitch (Dead ass niggas)
Alright, Murda man get niggas hit
I put a bag on your head and after you dead shoot up your candlelit (Grah)
I ain't showin' no remorse to none of them niggas, they shouldn't have been talkin' shit (You know that)
Niggas ain't spend my block or send no shot, I dare a nigga try that shit (Cmon)
Catch a nigga on the E-way, shoot up his whip and make him crash that bitch
Must ain't seen it coming, left his head like a pumpkin yeah that's my kind of hit
So many holes in the car, heard him yellin' out "ahh", went out like fat boy did
Nigga sniffed a line of coke, strung out on dope, niggas on that Yella shit (Alright)
Uh, EBK we ain't got no picks
Niggas get locked and tell for Italian beef and Pepsi that's Budda shit (Snitch ass)
Niggas sendin' threats on the gram 'til I pop out blam send his ass where they brothers went
So many demons wit me, no angels around nigga we weren't heaven sent
I love sippin codeine, fell in love wit lean, mixing sprite wit medicine
I love going on drills, trying catch more kills, want hats like veterans
'Fore I slide down wit the Glock gotta throw on my gloves I don't wanna leave evidence
Bitch tried to cheat on me wit a broke ass nigga she know I'm better than
Niggas be scared to slide, tryna get out the ride, I'm the type who still hop in
You ain't never shot no opps or spin no blocks, your bitch ass ain't getting in
Nigga killed my man's im slidin' for free, you ain't even gotta pay me to spin
The opps ain't out when I spin they block, I'm gettin' mad runnin' out of blocks to bend
New opp pack ooh that's another funeral, these niggas sad again
Jump out the bed and stretch my legs, check my phone niggas died again
It ain't safe outside, don't believe them lies, they better off staying in
Postin' all them pictures of them dead ass niggas, send his ass right wit his friends
Once it's up, nigga it's stuck forever, nah we ain't making amends
Nigga got shot in his chest and shot in neck, couldn't get his fire out his pants
Dumbass fell on the floor and got stood over, nigga tried to throw up his hands
Know I'm going to hell or going to jail so imma just sin again
Bounce out on him, hope they don't see us coming, we killing niggas in pairs
Come through the block wit a big ten milli and Kriss Vec, this type gun kill bears
Kill his ass in the back of the building, burn his clothes and underwear
The elevator got too crowded so I rerouted, I fuck around took the stairs
Uh, Uh
Alright, Uh
Come on
Alright
Come on, Alright, Come on
(That nigga Dave crazy)
I try not to rap like this
I told lil Tae chill on dissin' the dead but why niggas cap like this
Three niggas on that block, they all gettin' shot, I ain't even have time to pick
Fuck them niggas that's dead and finna die, they ain't coming back lil bitch (Dead ass niggas)
Alright, Murda man get niggas hit
I put a bag on your head and after you dead shoot up your candlelit (Grah)
I ain't showin' no remorse to none of them niggas, they shouldn't have been talkin' shit (You know that)
Niggas ain't spend my block or send no shot, I dare a nigga try that shit (Cmon)
Catch a nigga on the E-way, shoot up his whip and make him crash that bitch
Must ain't seen it coming, left his head like a pumpkin yeah that's my kind of hit
So many holes in the car, heard him yellin' out "ahh", went out like fat boy did
Nigga sniffed a line of coke, strung out on dope, niggas on that Yella shit (Alright)
Uh, EBK we ain't got no picks
Niggas get locked and tell for Italian beef and Pepsi that's Budda shit (Snitch ass)
Niggas sendin' threats on the gram 'til I pop out blam send his ass where they brothers went
So many demons wit me, no angels around nigga we weren't heaven sent
I love sippin codeine, fell in love wit lean, mixing sprite wit medicine
I love going on drills, trying catch more kills, want hats like veterans
'Fore I slide down wit the Glock gotta throw on my gloves I don't wanna leave evidence
Bitch tried to cheat on me wit a broke ass nigga she know I'm better than
Niggas be scared to slide, tryna get out the ride, I'm the type who still hop in
You ain't never shot no opps or spin no blocks, your bitch ass ain't getting in
Nigga killed my man's im slidin' for free, you ain't even gotta pay me to spin
The opps ain't out when I spin they block, I'm gettin' mad runnin' out of blocks to bend
New opp pack ooh that's another funeral, these niggas sad again
Jump out the bed and stretch my legs, check my phone niggas died again
It ain't safe outside, don't believe them lies, they better off staying in
Postin' all them pictures of them dead ass niggas, send his ass right wit his friends
Once it's up, nigga it's stuck forever, nah we ain't making amends
Nigga got shot in his chest and shot in neck, couldn't get his fire out his pants
Dumbass fell on the floor and got stood over, nigga tried to throw up his hands
Know I'm going to hell or going to jail so imma just sin again
Bounce out on him, hope they don't see us coming, we killing niggas in pairs
Come through the block wit a big ten milli and Kriss Vec, this type gun kill bears
Kill his ass in the back of the building, burn his clothes and underwear
The elevator got too crowded so I rerouted, I fuck around took the stairs
