CASiTA Lyrics

You ain't literally locked in

All these pussy rappers tryna gossip

You runnin 'round you thinking that you hot shit

'Til all your homies hearing that you got hit

You mad because I'm telling the truth

If you really got a problem come and step in the booth

The only problem is you won't because you know that you lose

Cuz I been killing pussy rappers like there's nothing to do

Like, motherfucker I'm the reason why they bumpin your tunes

I'm the reason you allowed to take a step in the room

You only thinking that you hot because your marketing cool

Not knowing that you really cringe and actually look like a tool

But I'm a different breed of animal, belong in the zoo

That's how I know you smoking crack

You think I'm copying you

So fuck you and you

You probably poppin them blues

I'm fucking on your discord kitten busting on zoom

Like you ain't even gotta say it

No debating who the greatest

Rappers really think they stepping til I rape em in the anus

Pussy I don't need a hook

If you listen what I'm saying

Maybe then you'll comprehend the reincarnation of Satan

Muhfucka I'm a beast

Muhfucka let it go

I'm exactly what you think, a muhfuckin asshole

Like muhfucka what?

(Yeah)

Muhfucka who?

This is coming off the top boy you in for bad news

Boy I'm sippin on tequila

I been swiping on my visa

I just might just fuck around and go and cop me a Casita

Boy I wouldn't wanna be ya

Couldn't fuck with my demeanor

I'm moving like an angry pack of spider wolf cheetahs

Go ahead and point em out because I really wanna see

Any rapper in the scene that really fuckin with me

Because I guarantee that you ain't got the ability

To step inside the booth and really compete with me, bitch

But do you really got it like that?

I'm just tryna meet you where the mic at

Your lies don't carry weight little dyke ass

All your verses built like gastric bypass

(Yeah)

I don't really fuck around dude

Lines like spinning saw blades flying at you

Damn, how he keep on going? How he do it?

Probably cuz I'm not an idiot under the influence

You a pussy ass bitch I ain't fuckin around

You ain't going world wide with your molecular sound

We going round for round

We going pound for pound

And boy I promise that my ass ain't ever finna hit the ground

That was the simplest bar that I ever said in my life

But I guess I gotta dumb it down for all these other little guys

Maybe then they'll understand

Lemme slow it down for you

Your mother stupid as fuck because she didn't abort you

*Beep*

Ayo Tone bro, calm the fuck down bro

Like, bro, we get it we fucking get it bro

You got bars

Man, you always spittin

How much you gotta prove you can rap bro? We get it

Like just make a fuckin song with a hook bro

Make some catchy shit for the club, you know what I mean?

Like, just do some normal shit bro

Why you always gotta be so mad?

Man, fuck your hook

Fuck you and everybody

And fuck my 5th grade teacher Mrs, Gilacuddy

Boy these rappers in my hands smush em like they silly putty

I never leave the booth unless my shirt is smothered bloody

Boy this is what I do, I was born into it

I ain't have to grow up and latch on to the movement

When I step up in the show and I see these local rappers all I really do is cringe and run and puke in the crapper