[Intro]
It’s WillThaRapper n***a
It’s WillThaRapper n***a
It’s WillThaRapper n***a
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Say look

[Verse 1]
Pull up on a n***a block
Brace him and his fucking man
N***as wanna diss but bitch
I don’t under fucking stand
Blow it at his teeth
In the street’s where he fucking land
N***a supper fiddy
Fuck a friend and I don’t fuck with fam

[Verse 2]
Fans pull up, get to flocking
I’m like no kill, I don’t see this shit stopping
My n***as mobbing, if it’s a problem
You a goon, you green as a goblin
N***as be purpin’ while I be lurkin’
They wanna tweet, I’m tryna creep
They droppin’ diss, I’m loading them clips
They talk all that shit but act like a bitch

[Verse 3]
Oh, he wanna diss, them n***as be skinny mo’
I’m the realest young n***a
That’s some’n my city know
We spray that whole block if we saw him
The last thing we shoot is a muhfuckin’ video
That bitch told me she love me, it’s silly yo
I’m like really hoe? With yo wildin’ ass
You will snitch on a bitch with yo tellin’ ass
Oh you still with the G witcho’ felon ass

[Verse 4]
Sto selling grass, like fuck this
I’m a rap, rob or bust licks
Now I smoke dope and fuck chicks
Can’t fuck with n***as on fuck shit
And my n***as be on anything
And anybody that come with
They wanna smoke, they can come get
They don’t jump ship, they sunk ship
On my mother, these n***as ain’t fucking with me
In this game, got they ass on a bench
N***as can’t see me like I’m behind tent
Man fuck a bitch and I don’t need a friend
I just need some ass, I just need some cash
You got my money then I’m on yo ass
You got my cash, I grab my mask
I get my glick and head for yo stash

[Verse 5]
N***as be lunchin’ n***as be purpin’
N***as be faking I bet they won’t make it
Out in these streets, I mean it no fakin’
When they count the money I get ‘em to take it
When they come with rules
I don’t get it I break it
When they come with foreign’s
I get it and race it
When they come with gas
I get her to smoke it
He don’t like my music, but still he gon’ ‘cord it

[Verse 6]
Gotta keep focused, n***as want me on my back
N***as be hatin’ so thanks
I got a Mac, I aim that shit at yo back
And it put yo chest in the grass
Swear that be fast
N***as can’t like me or race
N***as know I’m in first place
N***as be fake
N***as be hatin’ like bitches
And they on the new snitchin’
They be first 48, I got 50 clips
You would get the first 48 and I know he ain’t
He talkin’ all tough but I know he fake
He said he gon’ blow but I know he ain’t
His bitch on my dick, am I fucked
See my wrist and say who turn the lights up
See my neck and say who turn the lights on
She like, you ain’t froze with that ice on

[Verse 7]
I tell bitch I’m hotter in the streets
And they want my spot on the streets
And they goin’ hard in they tweets
Cause they could get shot in the streets
They know who I got in the streets
And I know they not with the beef
And that’s why they just wanna tweet
I see him in public and me, I don’t speak
I just put the piece on his teeth