Hitta' Among Us
• Written by KanezWorld
KanezWorld's Notes
The flow switches between super energetic and kinda lazy, think GOODMORNINGTOKYO! vibe.
You gotta figure out how it fits together yourself as I don't want to record this, but I will say the first four bars come in before the beat really "starts." So the first four lines actually start at 0:04 and end before the producer tags.
Let me know what you think in the comments, first time here.
Choppin' em' up
Givin' no fucks
Eating his head, like its my lunch
Call me Mayweather, straight to the punch
[Look] I done sliced his throat
Let em' know
Ion fuck with hoes
Stayin' on my toes
Sauced up, all I got is dough
Call me a baker, I got that batter
Money real large, pockets grew fatter
Calling me daddy, it's such a flatter
[Leave me out yo mouth-]
Leave me out yo mouth, ion fuck with chatter
Cook that boy up, clam chowder
Turn my bitch on like she the power
Steppin' on these niggas like they a ladder
[All these niggas stepping stools, honestly]
Ion got no heater, Ion need a strap
I been coolin, in dah trap
Knock back like I cock back [Boom]
I wont cop that
Lil nigga cannot top that
Why you always talk back
Like you know rap
You don't jack, thats a god damn fact
Trippin my words, like its a stroke
Poppin' the bars, call it a spoke
She hot box the drop top, like I'm a Migo
I know you didn't speak down to me though
I'm on my murder shit like I'm in Rio
Hop in the vent, I done copped me dat trio.
I done sliced his throat
Let em' know
Ion fuck with hoes
Stayin' on my toes
Sauced up, all I got is dough
Call me a baker, I got that batter
Money real large, pockets grew fatter
Calling me daddy
[Fuck you, mann]
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KanezWorld
Member since December 15 2020