New Rap

This that, Now who the brains of that new rap? This that bully all bullets and no diss tracks This that one who held it down like I'm Three-Stacks This that mic check, holdup wait like who next? I'm creeping through that late night I got that 40 on my lap, the extra clip could make it happen You could flip it if I whip it right? Bubble up and cut it twice and for the risk I got the prices Yeah, 100 grams up in her dungarees, it make her shoulder lean Pistol Pete, knock her back I'm bouncing, passing her to the team I'm rapping like I stole the beat, caught a body control the streets I'm sleeping on the throttle, off empty bottles and broken dreams Split him at his top like a barbershop ain't no calling cops If he ain't get the message then Sweeney Todd rarely get the mop So what it take to make that pussy pop? All this flooding on my wrist watch, bag or rocks or them Tik Tok's? Holy focus up all hands on deck I got lil brodie on the line, I got the fans up next I correlated with the grams, I got the bands just to flex with em Pop a tab just to rest with em, stimulate when that check hit em I don't - I don't - I don't know I been Suga Free I'm in lane, I'm steady floating I ain't politicking while I'm back of that bitch throat They ain't "Pushing P," they just do that lil dance and then they gone, look So who the brains of that new rap? This that bully all bullets and no diss tracks This that one who held it down like I'm Three-Stacks This that mic check, holdup wait like who next? I'm creeping through that late night I got that 40 on my lap, the extra clip could make it happen You can flip it if I whip it right? Bubble up and cut it twice and for the risk I got the prices 100 bands up in that sprinter van, cut out that middle man Ring Ring Ring, the chicken calling who got dinner plans? Ding Ding Ding, I dick her down and then I do my dance And throw her back to where she came She lost her phone Like, where you been? A.R.I.Z.O.N.A Arizona where it's at and from the west is where I play So it's A.R.I.Z.O.N.A Put a bullet to yo brain, the heat'll melt away the tracer, look So who the brains of that new rap? I swear to God these bitches love it when I do that Gripping on her ass, she living loving and got new laughs The way she suck it I'm a new man developing new plans Like how you do that? The way she suck it I'm a new man developing new plans So what's the word Jack? I heard they want me dead in that box So where the opps at? So who the brains of that new rap? This that bully all bullets and no diss tracks This that one who held it down like I'm Three-Stacks This that mic check holdup wait like who I'm creeping through that late night I got that 40 on my lap, the extra clip could make it happen You can flip it if I whip it right? Bubble up and cut it twice and for the risk I got the prices