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[Intro] Just fuccing start 🔥Blu Bird Carti🔥 They've the trashiest sound, I'll slap their mouth Make you lose the frown, I move the fattest crowd My rap flow hitting you from every angle My tracks so vicious, your neck get strangled I'm back, yo, b*tches, have some respect Left a massive effect here, I flatten your neck Transition between flows, ambition defeat foes I am spitting a sweet song, plans wicked, now keep going Your man's missing, both hands itching From writing, not frightened to have your clan flipping I do oral magic with immoral rapping Thoro attitude, your sorrow lasting 'Till the day of your death, I stay in the flesh There's flames in my breath, I'm crazy with threats Turn up to the maximum, burn ya 'cause your tracks is dumb I'll still win, no matter how many rappers come My rapping flow is in savage mode I crash your boat, I clap them foes You got a X on your chest, leave 'em with no heart You can dress in a vest, but my heat'll make it part I mess with your breath, I'm lethal with bars I flex on the best, I'm keeping it raw Got more hot singles than illegal websites Stop your mocks, bring you evilest lines When on the mic, I'm like a lethal TEC-9 Wet all your guys, people respect mine My sharp knife skinning all of the fine women If we have a competition, you know my rhyme winning Always writing raps, I check the mic, spit it I can see that you a p*ssy like you wet in white linen My diss hotter than yours with lesser lines written Ain't worried 'bout haters, my bars'll fight critics When I write a weak line, God'll start to like sinning You can't defeat mine, anyone that tried didn't Yo ass washed up like the plates in your wife's kitchen Dishing out disses on you stupid, blind b!tches Sticking 'em when spitting, turn them into fried chicken I'm clocking dough as long as time's ticking My rhymes darker than the room after the light switching My fucking eyes glisten when I write shit and Two dudes in my room, they here to fight? Listen Those motherfuckers on a suicide mission Who am I kidding? No one flow sweeter Leave your head in parts, call me "dome piecer" My raps a work of art, just like Mon' Lisa You tryna brawl? Jesus, just know you'll crawl beat up And then you'll fall, need a fucking paramedic And you won't leave, you'll have no teeth, diabetic After being done with you, I'm probably gon' forget it That's when they ask you, who shot ya? ::Verse🖤🎙️🔥💯 Zondii It's the man of the hour with power in my nightgown about to devour any MC about to be a flower [problem] am too cold for a hot a*s shower bars too lame y'all sh" sounds sour million dollar dreams cos a man get "gwala" plus I don't got any f"kin' baby mama now begs the question n"ga who shot ya?? when am the only motherf"kin' Top Gunner throw shade on my name you don't wanna read the headlines am the no.1 sinner drinking hard liquor spitting bar with ya am the bartender serving you the answer making my moves on a verse like a w@nker 16 spitter gone hard on a blender spreading all over your ears like cancer gut feeling my rhyme is a dancer call me anytime if you need a ghostwriter I appeal from here all the way to China, Jamaica you can even add Ithiopia my flow, my lines ain't Christian and I ain't all about religion y'all teach us separation I cook my flow in the kitchens I ain't done n"ga am still b"ching my apologies for taking long with the verse had to put a couple n"gas inside this hearse I destroy even when I rehearse chilling at the back row as I read words slow your roll you know my ice is too cold flow for flow and bar for bar I go whoah🔥 can't you tell am hot as hell you too slow in the lab create some lines you ain't heard don't you think am out your league with this flow.. #𝐢𝐓𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬_𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝟎𝟎𝟐 #𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐀_𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝟎𝟎𝟐 #𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤_𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝟎𝟎𝟐 #𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲_𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝟎𝟎𝟐