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