Lyrics to RAP SHXT Intro
You can get the chrome get the fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by balls
Y'all broke down like the shit in your garage
Put the pressure on your shoulder blade, talk that shit
Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit
Man everybody knows you fake, plus you a bitch
And everybody knows you hate, hustle and motivate
Everybody knows I'm the GOAT, greatest
How you gonna say I'm not your favorite?
As far as country rap goes everyone's just okay
But you know I'ma go
Crazy white boy get a job don't sing about stuff, what a punk, what's up
You fuckboys stand around don't even get shit done, shit's junk
I'm plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychotic
Don't bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that's in
You shouldn't fuck around with me, fuck around with me
You shouldn't fuck around with me, I won't let it be
I won't let 'em breathe
RIP to a motherfucker who want war with me
Run up get your ass served VIP
Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty
SOB, son of a gun, huh
Look at how fast they run, uh
My pistol it knocks heads off shoulders
That's game over done, uh
Whole bunch of hoes and shit hoe clique
No town havin' ass whole bitch hoe shit
Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold this
Want smoke? I got it, who wanna get lit?
I don't tryna hear about your trip
That shits gay as fuck, two dicks, no bitch
Walk around lookin' like a lick, prolly rob these dudes with my fist
Who wanna get it rockin'? It ain't ever been a problem
We can hit 'em with a shotgun, you ain't gonna see tomorrow
He a motherfuckin' goner, I'm a motherfuckin' gunner
Ain't that a motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker?
Leave 'em on slump shit, pull my shit
Took a city boy to show you what country is
Pull my boots on then kicked in the door
Let's run around sayin' bitch this is war
This shit you think you know think I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by balls
Y'all broke down like the shit in your garage
Put the pressure on your shoulder blade, talk that shit
Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit
Man everybody knows you fake, plus you a bitch
And everybody knows you hate, hustle and motivate
Everybody knows I'm the GOAT, greatest
How you gonna say I'm not your favorite?
As far as country rap goes everyone's just okay
But you know I'ma go
Crazy white boy get a job don't sing about stuff, what a punk, what's up
You fuckboys stand around don't even get shit done, shit's junk
I'm plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychotic
Don't bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that's in
You shouldn't fuck around with me, fuck around with me
You shouldn't fuck around with me, I won't let it be
I won't let 'em breathe
RIP to a motherfucker who want war with me
Run up get your ass served VIP
Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty
SOB, son of a gun, huh
Look at how fast they run, uh
My pistol it knocks heads off shoulders
That's game over done, uh
Whole bunch of hoes and shit hoe clique
No town havin' ass whole bitch hoe shit
Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold this
Want smoke? I got it, who wanna get lit?
I don't tryna hear about your trip
That shits gay as fuck, two dicks, no bitch
Walk around lookin' like a lick, prolly rob these dudes with my fist
Who wanna get it rockin'? It ain't ever been a problem
We can hit 'em with a shotgun, you ain't gonna see tomorrow
He a motherfuckin' goner, I'm a motherfuckin' gunner
Ain't that a motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker?
Leave 'em on slump shit, pull my shit
Took a city boy to show you what country is
Pull my boots on then kicked in the door
Let's run around sayin' bitch this is war
