Fuck Rap 2

Lil Flame Stop all that capping boy you ain't hard Yeah, RE-ROCK that's the label tell the A&R's In the studio with some choppers like some guitars This a pistol but the body like AR Aye, what's that on my feet its them Bape stars Treating every foreign like a racecar When you really in that field you got to play it smart Niggas trying to beef without no guns aint know we came with ours All that lying how you playing make believe in the booth I ain't arguing with niggas they ain't believing the truth I just fucked this nigga bitch but I was thinking of juice When I'm outside hustling im just thinking of blues If it's up then its stuck, what the f*ck is a truce Lately I been pouring 4's like what the f*ck is a deuce I'm the coldest in the room with this Canadian goose Gold ropes around my neck but it ain't no noose Seen you pulling up in foreign but we know they is rented We pull up like the president, every window is tinted I gave my all to this shit when you wasn't even in it Stayed 10 toes down while u looking all timid Like f*ck rap we was getting it before this shit (yeah before this shit) I feel like Frank Lucas nigga but before he snitched (if he never did) Why everybody talking about some shit they never did Why you talking about the trenches you aint never been Stop all that lying how you playing make believe in the booth I ain't arguing with niggas they ain't believing the truth I just fucked this nigga bitch but I was thinking of juice When I'm outside hustling im just thinking of blues If it's up then its stuck, what the f*ck is a truce Lately I been pouring 4's like what the f*ck is a deuce I'm the coldest in the room with this Canadian goose Gold ropes around my neck but it ain't no noose How you so bold up on the net but you really scary I not the one, yeah we be strapped like the military I feel like Rio every time I'm in the booth, this shit legendary These broke bitches aint shit they can't get near me Mike Amiri bone runners look like x rays Got your bitch with me trying to make a sex tape Last week I hit for 5 & made another 10 the next day I just can't stop shitting on my opps what my neck say They aint think I was the man so I had to show em Bitches put me on they close friends I dont even know em I told Zena bust it down, your shit gold plated I seen my brother touch a hundred that shit motivating Smokin on these Truffles got my high I be outer space Nigga you can't hang around the thugs you be out of place You ain't really fresh in that designer that shit out of date I bought a chopper with a drum to get em out my way Stop all that lying niggas playing make believe in the booth I ain't arguing with niggas they ain't believing the truth I just fucked this nigga bitch but I was thinking of juice When I'm outside hustling im just thinking of blues If it's up then its stuck, what the f*ck is a truce Lately I been pouring 4's like what the f*ck is a deuce I'm the coldest in the room with this Canadian goose Gold ropes around my neck but it aint no noose Like f*ck rap we was getting it before this shit I feel like Frank Lucas nigga but before he snitched Why everybody talking about some shit they never did Why you talking about the trenches you aint never been Lil Flame