Rap City

You know dilla been wilding

Got clips on me for real

The flow got me grinding

Direct deposit's,  cash all in my pockets

I let them mix and then talk about it

You would think I was Logic, I gotta

Get it cracking on my mommas

So trill flow coke spit snow hills

Like I rap soda or Rapsody

In the basement like rap

Said y’all know the vibes

Might pop up like Tigger

Y’all know the stripes

Y’all niggas don’t rap good enough to compete

Being modest

I’m honest man y’all niggas weak

I’m elite I said should of

Put Cole on my beats

Ain’t capping in the pole with

Niggas who got a pole

Take caps back, back catcher type

Better act kap like, take you a knee

Said KG and Kobe Bean going

Straight to the league

The bed might squeak when I hit

I might pull up when squeak finna spin

And damn near slide with yo shorty

And off top, man she off top you would

Think she was Pamela Voorhees

It is what it is everything

Everything like I was Noname

African nigga said I got like 4 names

You really know me if you know my whole name

Let us get the green just like we Romains

Might chop the fro might grab me a Ceasar

King Cold I might grab me Freiza

Wrist gold said I had to retrieve it

Outsider I might slap me a greaser

Catch a fade like routes and receivers

Hallelujah gone grab you a preacher

Never been a foe no never

So many bands look like Coachella

I fucked her friend hope she won't tell her

(whatever, whatever) okay, I'm back in this

Bitch like parallel parking

She gobbling call her a goblin

I'm a new Dennis she stuck on the Rodman

(God damn)

If I don't pop out it ain't popping

I always pop like John Witherspoon

Grew up in my granny living room

Never silver spoon all my life

Was Andy Silva fighting

Sucker for saliva pussy kryptonite I confess

She threw the panther in Carolina

I ran them racks up in Carolina

I save her name as Ms charlotte

Ambi on the beat let me take my time

Atlanta in morning about to buy a new smile

Gold on my gums and lithium lungs

And I'm lit than a bitch

And my karma is coming

You know dilla been wilding

Got clips on me for real

The flow got me grinding

Direct deposit's, cash all in my pockets

I let them mix and then talk about it

You would think I was Logic, I gotta

Get it cracking on my mommas

So trill flow coke spit snow hills

Like I rap soda or Rapsody

In the basement like rap city