2024

Everybody from the 615, put your hands together for me just one more time Allow me to reintroduce myself, I'm C Money and I stay with the wealth, Lil Skittle more Sour than M&M, best white rapper don't need melanin, DaSween's back but we call him Sweeney, won't see him step, he's Harry Houdini, crazy Coop bumpin' in the truck, can't beat Him in a race but I wish you luck, can't get realer than real Dago, we breakin' vapes with The orange Mako, Doc on the track, you know it ain't whack, hand on the Mac, ready to Attack, let me tell y'all what we like to do, we like to have a few and we chillin With the crew, the 151, got me goin' crazy when I'm trippin' run, cause I ain't feelin Lazy, you might be a hunter but I got you in my scope, take ya bitch and we go into Elope, paintin' perfect pictures, put you on the map, you started dissin', now you are My rep, I thought we was cool, you said I was a dick, I'd beat your ass cause you built Like a stick, it's 2024 and we just gettin' started, this a battle rap, I'm comin' cold Hearted and my lyrics were put in place not to diss you, but it turns out, you were the issue I'm C-Money usin' hundreds as a tissue, mm it's the DaSween, and I'm back on the scene, rollin' through the streets Sippin' some codeine It's been too long since I hopped on a track, you already know all these bars finna smack Just holla if you want some Prada, disrespect me, I consider you a goner, I got bars and Everybody know it, I used to just rap, now I write my own shit, countin' up hunnids like It's nothin', all we know how to do is count by the dozen, all these bitches callin' on My motherfuckin' phone, they blowin' on my dick like a fuckin' trombone, Handy with the steel Stickin' holes like it's cornhole, spittin' all this fire, lightin' pages in my journal Just killin', for a livin', everyone in NOLO can call me a villain, y'all don't understand I got a new mentality, give me five minutes, you'll be needin' hospitality, you know I'm The swing, yeah, I make girls holla, I got your daughter on her knees, it only cost a dollar Lil' skittle real gangster and he don't play around, you talk shit to him and he stomp you On the ground, c-money even harder, he like guarder, you f*ck with any of us and he turn Into your father, how could I forget about my boy, Dr. D, when he got you in his sights It's impossible to flee, fuckin' with me, you just gave yourself a problem, CWA now on your ass Like we mobbin', we ain't finna stop when we knock your ass out, we knew this outcome from the start, we ain't Have no doubt, the way we be spittin', this rap ain't no joke, just listen closely Not one of us can choke, ayy, it's the D.O.C., but it ain't the 213, cookin' you like some barbecue Straight from Memphis, Tennessee, yeah, I'm the tough tester, fuckin' throat presser, no jokes No jester, no effort, no pressure, lil' Timmy, think he gangster, showin' his nine off in class Stop yappin', drop the mag and shove it right up your ass, tryna diss me in this trash, seein Through it like some glass, don't look down my barrel when I'm fixin' it up to blast Her man takin' a stand, beggin' the door while I'm workin' it, but this pussy is so wet that He should come back with a tourniquet, A hoe need they intercourse, my bars a knife and a sword The bars you write ain't gold, I'm like, what the hell you pannin' it for, no effort, how I move Is smooth like fine winery, bank showin' zeros, after a one like code binary, not to be confused With a hoe that's non-binary, they tryna make me say what they want, just stop tryin' me, they Should call me Vick, the way me and my dogs fight, I'm tuckin' a stick, and not the kind that a dog Bite, you ain't ridin' a Cadillac, you just ridin' off false hype, I call that a cataract, cuz I know That you lost sight, my A.B. rhyme is bout to blow like a bombsite, you think you can battle me, yeah You can't, but it's alright, we headin' to Cali's, cuz it's a we finna ball night, if you fuckin With the wop, put you down for the dawn light, heard you're talkin' all that shit, I wouldn't test me, I'm Pullin' on a trigger, now the cops wanna arrest me, but I'm Skittle, so why you think I'm gettin Captured, cuz in my book, that's not even a fuckin' chapter, yeah, we back, bitch, it's CWA, with a Bunch of new shit to display, so sit back, and just listen to me rhyme, yeah, it's 2024, and Skittle is In its prime, back, ready, and I'm better than ever, schoolin' rappers with these bars like I'm They fuckin' professor, was teachin' the game, now I sit here, and I play it, and if a op run up on me Grab the Uzi, and I spray it, I'ma cover it up, I bag the bodies, then I go, cuz there's no time to waste So I'm never movin' slow, and if they try to run up on me, then I'ma draw down, I'm lookin' down the barrel Of my nine, then they fall down, the bullets flyin', and now the bodies on the ground, they used to be My dogs, but now I drop them by the pound, cuz they switchin' up, like, what the f*ck, you wanna Diss on Skittle, then you better fuckin' duck, but enough about me, yeah, let me move on to my boys My main Big Coop, yeah, he got a lot of poise, trust me when I say with him, you don't wanna battle Cuz if you piss him off, he track you down like Jackal, and in the rap game, my boy Doc is advanced The way he spittin', got all these ladies in trance, yeah, DaSween, on the scene, his bars are clean And he's a killin' machine, and it's C, to the motherfuckin' bands, the definition of rap, yeah, he is Literally the brand.