Crits

I know rapping aint for everybody

But that dont mean you gotta copy

Hit you with a 1 2 that was a fluke you gon get juked

Im gonna lay yo ass out in the dirt

Your own blood on your shirt I bet that hurt

To get into a scrap and get layed out flat

I guess thats that

But dont get mad because your beats trash and yo shit sound whack

Im here to criticise and speak some facts

Get yo own act before you get slapped and wrapped and put in a sack

You sound like you came from the back of the back

Shut up before I whip out the mac

Run up get clapped

Catch me out here and you gonna be trapped

Your girl is a hoe who got not ass

She gonna be screaming when I hit from the back

No strings attached

I cannot be held down by a hoe I do not do that

Fuck your bitch im blowing her back out

Get back in the trap house

And sell yo shitty pack and yo shitty crack

The fuck you even rap bout

You just mad you aint got clout

You say im pressed whatchu talking bout?

Gun on me imma lay em down

so much blood boy you gon drown