Fuck Rap 2 Lyrics

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 fuck is a truce

Lately I been pouring 4's like what the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck is a truce

Lately I been pouring 4's like what the fuck 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 fuck is a truce

Lately I been pouring 4's like what the fuck 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 fuck 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