Whack
• Written by Kyllo
where you at when that beat drop
coppin on your piece, feelin peace, when that beef flop
yeah I spit it like an al paca
packin up my sack fatter
whitey trackin ass fat as
fat bastards,
mass radder than
whack rappers, ask him
if he still rappin out the trash bin
cuz he so nast, n’
rash, when he speakin on that cash
cuz everybody wants the chain without the rap, right?
right? I just kick that so-so real shit
holy one that feel it
cold as ice but still I’m still lit
burnin shit
that whole clip into that spliff, kid
biscuit on my stick shift, cinammon on bitch lip
nasty
rappin on my last beat, rearrange that dab piece
and fuck whoever sass me
ask me
like
you should really know by now
that, kid’s straight fuckin up your town
plus he got your women down
plus he got your women down
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Kyllo
Member since November 16 2014