Fuck Rap
[Verse 1: Big Sad 1900]
Well lemme crack it off
N***a if it's pressure we gon knock you off
30 ball had to bring it out I'ma young boss blast off
N***a like a rocket lemme take off
Break the rules get to actin up and we gon brake you off
If I hear [?] tryna hit, every corner on yo street
I've been tryna bump into you n***as for a whole week
I've been percin, I've been sippin lean so it's no sleep
In the streets n***a where it's grimey, and we play for keeps
[Verse 2: WLA Stevo]
Ain't no love baby, nah...
I can't give you that, too busy toting sticks spillin ashes from that cookie pack
Get em' wack n***a talkin shit we never lack
AK's, Uzi, Choppas, and them Handguns
Better run rat bitch know where you lay
If it was up to me boy I'd play it safe
I been in the fly shit I hit the bail when I drank
I be doing what you sucka n***as can't
[Verse 3: Big Sad 1900]
I'm like fuck rap, jumpin in the booth and doing no cap
For rap n***a made a name and it's all facts
I been ducked off switching lanes I had to fall back
I ain't texting that lil bitch, and I ain't calling back
[Verse 4: WLA Stevo]
Yeah, aye...
[?] we always acting up, gotta show em how my n***as play
I need a bad bitch to complement a n***a drip today
You know I want the money baby girl, Ion wanna lay
[Verse 5: Big Sad 1900]
Pouring up a six n***a get to having mood swings
I been outside, I done learn shit from the dope feens
Up the road knockin back fours likes it's protein
Shoot it out [?] You n***as know me
[Verse 6: WLA Stevo]
Like a picture baby, i'ma pitch it off
Drop a load on me guarantee i'ma get it off
Making big moves big steppin, i'ma young boss
I ain't fucking wit them n***as leave them n***as lost
[Verse 7: Big Sad 1900]
Aye get the check, gotta get mine I can't waste time
Let her go, had to let her know through the facetime
Broke her heart, yeah I broke her heart but she be fine
Tryna level up but them people tryna take mine
Better get on get to trippin we gon carry on
No love i'm like fuck n***as quick to send em home
Lil bitch you ain't allat, you'll watch yo tone
Street n***a i'ma make the play i'ma iPhone
[Verse 8: WLA Stevo]
To sum it up n***a i'ma put this chili up
Don't fuck wit us paranoid i'll let it buss
You better duck go to war ion give a fuck
Basic ass bitches on my line I ain't tryna fuck
From the looks of thangs I've been doing fine
I've been focused on this money to push decline
So if you ain't talking bout the money then you wasting time
I'ma sum it up quick, bitch get off my line
Well lemme crack it off
N***a if it's pressure we gon knock you off
30 ball had to bring it out I'ma young boss blast off
N***a like a rocket lemme take off
Break the rules get to actin up and we gon brake you off
If I hear [?] tryna hit, every corner on yo street
I've been tryna bump into you n***as for a whole week
I've been percin, I've been sippin lean so it's no sleep
In the streets n***a where it's grimey, and we play for keeps
[Verse 2: WLA Stevo]
Ain't no love baby, nah...
I can't give you that, too busy toting sticks spillin ashes from that cookie pack
Get em' wack n***a talkin shit we never lack
AK's, Uzi, Choppas, and them Handguns
Better run rat bitch know where you lay
If it was up to me boy I'd play it safe
I been in the fly shit I hit the bail when I drank
I be doing what you sucka n***as can't
[Verse 3: Big Sad 1900]
I'm like fuck rap, jumpin in the booth and doing no cap
For rap n***a made a name and it's all facts
I been ducked off switching lanes I had to fall back
I ain't texting that lil bitch, and I ain't calling back
[Verse 4: WLA Stevo]
Yeah, aye...
[?] we always acting up, gotta show em how my n***as play
I need a bad bitch to complement a n***a drip today
You know I want the money baby girl, Ion wanna lay
[Verse 5: Big Sad 1900]
Pouring up a six n***a get to having mood swings
I been outside, I done learn shit from the dope feens
Up the road knockin back fours likes it's protein
Shoot it out [?] You n***as know me
[Verse 6: WLA Stevo]
Like a picture baby, i'ma pitch it off
Drop a load on me guarantee i'ma get it off
Making big moves big steppin, i'ma young boss
I ain't fucking wit them n***as leave them n***as lost
[Verse 7: Big Sad 1900]
Aye get the check, gotta get mine I can't waste time
Let her go, had to let her know through the facetime
Broke her heart, yeah I broke her heart but she be fine
Tryna level up but them people tryna take mine
Better get on get to trippin we gon carry on
No love i'm like fuck n***as quick to send em home
Lil bitch you ain't allat, you'll watch yo tone
Street n***a i'ma make the play i'ma iPhone
[Verse 8: WLA Stevo]
To sum it up n***a i'ma put this chili up
Don't fuck wit us paranoid i'll let it buss
You better duck go to war ion give a fuck
Basic ass bitches on my line I ain't tryna fuck
From the looks of thangs I've been doing fine
I've been focused on this money to push decline
So if you ain't talking bout the money then you wasting time
I'ma sum it up quick, bitch get off my line