(swiper jay)
Fuck with yo bitch
Fuck with yo hoe
I pull up at yo block
And i come and i go
Its not a show you all ready know
Call the po po next thing you know
I pull up at yo door

(denzel curry)
It's more than a lyrical war
That's why I tow heavy metal, that's a semi-automatic
AR rip, let a fuck n***a have it
Make it look like he exited from a water rapids
Nah this ain't rappin'
Talkin' bout these fake ass n***as that hide behind the AVI graphics
Girls wanna be plastic, even though they beautiful the way they are
Get it through they heads, now they strippin' on the Worldstar
This ain't Hip Hop, buddy, I'mma need more chicks
More clips, fuck a big body Benz, I need warships
2014, I went through the worst shit
A near death experience helped me thinkin' 'bout torment
Fuck friends, they just run they courses
Now these n***as faker than animes that they worship
Smile in your face, but on the real I know it's horse shit
Let the dork live, but God said "let the Lord spit"
I'm the king of the mischievous south
And this one goes to all the hoes that be screaming it out
Black hawks flying around my city, that's my vicinity
But I don't give a fuck, none of that shit really interest me
Fuck you, fuck them, and a enemy
I wet a n***a sweatshirt cause that's a Sly Tendency
You can not get with me, hop off my N-U-T's
Please, bitch I allow you to breathe
ULT

(skimasktheslumgod)
You and yo'—, you and yo'—
You and yo' bitch kinda resemble Billy and Mandy
My bitch like Sandy
'Cause of the cheeks
Rode on my dick and said "It was so dandy"
Yippee ki-yay
I heard Freddie don't fuck with the feds
Yellow bitches on me like Lemonhead
Run up my sack like Ed and Edd and Eddy
Red and black sweater like my name is Freddy
Color spaghetti
Eyes so messy, pea-coat khaki
Never lackin', keep that .30 in my jacket
Look at the diamonds, they on hush mode
'Cause I bought diamonds for they ex hoe
It be so clear and so see through
Like a n***a lookin' through the peephole, uh
I just send them "XD rawr"
When I be texting your whore
Look at candy paint on car
It's brown like the Noah's Ark
Hit a stain like Mr. Clean
And put a n***a on game like Atari
Know how a n***a rockin' like guitar
What I'm smoking smellin' like a fart
Like Hercules, strong on these bitches, they back on knees
Back in that bitch like, "What's happening?"
Jump in that pussy like trampoline
Made that pussy sound like mac and cheese
When I hit it I'm just practicing
They be like, "Ski, you be snappening"
Teach me the ways of the saucin' king, hah?

(trippie redd)
Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit in to your mind just so you know though
Sucker free living, I'm a say that that's the motto
So for any n***a on that sucker shit, I'm no hoe, bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimodo
All about my paper, got to get my fucking dough, hoe
Always on the fucking go go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
N***as came around, now they extinct like Dodos
Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nicknamed Coco
Took her to the telly, now little baby going loco
She just give me face, ain't no fucking, that's a no no
And she going thirty early, dirty no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I'm screaming "Fuck 12," all these foul ass po-po
Yeah, uh, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols
So that's the title, I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs and
Get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain, storm
You see, I can't ignore, and you n***as don't see it's in your brain
And snore, and you sleep on me until you can't no more and
Don't fake on me and try to play the boy
I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me
Or why they feel like my intentions something ugly
Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Or why I feel like everyone just saying "Fuck me"
Or why I feel like the opposition gon' bust me
If I gave you my heart, would you still love me?
Lately, baby I feel like nobody trust me, is it just me?