Just Another Rap Song

Ok like give me neck That's a bet Shooting off like Boba Fett On her breast, ew Oh my, oh my It's a mess, no kill Tec But I pull bitch like where you at Not a threat Nigga shit I'm just like Bands, get your bands up Niggas fake, acting fans for the camera Run your fade, ice your mans Get your mans up What I say Bitch you chanced, your one chance up Shit I'm like, shit I'm like, shit I'm like Look at you, like what have you done Look at you, like what have you done Look at you, like what have you done Look at you, like what have you done Look at you, like what have you done Look at you, like what have you Look, look, look Nigga I'm gone, I want the throne I will not loaf in the back Niggas all clones, why they all clones Why they cant make they own raps I wanna bone, yea I wanna bone But shawty act like she all that Just wait till she hear all my raps Then tell her I'm not coming back Ha-ha