Fuck Rap (Prod by GhostThaKid)

Ok I would say f*ck the opps but Black Market They don't get no clout or no shit here Ok I saaaid Nigga I saaaid Bitch Aye F*ck rap bitch i'm in the streets where y'all can't come With them same grimy motherfuckers still 'ah take 'sum Busting down them P's at the spot bitch i'm 'tryna make 'sum If we ever run out of drank bitch i'm 'finna make some F*ck that little hoe from the back i'm pulling on her lace-front We don't do too much of that talking little nigga shake 'sum Knew his ass would switch on the gang soon as that plate come That nigga ain't never kept it a band or even made one Big tipper smoking big gas you smell me down the block You still simping? niggas still capping 'bout the shit he got He ain't busting moves he stuck inside the same spot He capping 'bout the shit he had i'll never be a have-not Bitch i just live the life i live and then i put it on a beat I can't do no song with dawg cuz y'all 'gone cap all on my beats I can't wait to catch her capping i'm 'gone leave her in the streets Really want to see bro dead but we 'gone leave that in the streets nigga Hundred pack fresh off the presser it smell like fentanyl If it ain't 'bout no drug or no money bitch i don't get involved I gave these little niggas a chance but i ain't feeling y'all I gave a couple careers but i'm the bigger dawg Ever seen what chopper bullets do to your house? You ain't tryna see what this bitch really do to yo scalp Bitch i'm back on bullshit i'm putting in his spouse Bitch i'm back on bullshit i'm like Rick James on the couch Nigga Nigga Nigga