salty by wrecklord
u niggas salty plus u rap off beat my bars keep u haters off me cross me is costly some of u rap poorly this new shit bore me im from the error of terror where we made stories l tell me who hotter yeah u do nada i need a whole lotta yeah top dollar i pop collars my team gotta hot roster your girl is a goofie gobler i eat rappers like i do pasta even if its cold i make it hotter my bars burn like molten lava these rappers brain mushy like clam chowder i got power only thing left in the air is gun powder im from the place where we lost towers but gain powers rap for hours im here to stop u cowards the game is dirty dog it need a shower v3 yeah i wrote stories about my glories i got no worries my enemies get burried or i make em leave in hurry u cant avoid my pressure i rap for pleasure plan to get better and make more chedder my flow change like the weather coming tough like leather dont make me end ya for u suckers i keep my radar up and atenna i smoke hella im not your average rap fella i plan to make more money than a bank teller and if i cant someone in my team will get ya when u face me better have your shit together me give up never dont think your blood cant get any reader wrote more than love letters i kill kings and crush septors so parden my intrusion u getting money must be majic i dont see it like an illusions everyday i gotta write a new one fuck coping kicks i rather get a new gun
You may also like
Leave a comment
u niggas salty plus u rap off beat my bars keep u haters off me cross me is costly some of u rap poorly this new shit bore me im from the error of terror where we made stories l tell me who hotter yeah u do nada i need a whole lotta yeah top dollar i pop collars my team gotta hot roster your girl is a goofie gobler i eat rappers like i do pasta even if its cold i make it hotter my bars burn like molten lava these rappers brain mushy like clam chowder i got power only thing left in the air is gun powder im from the place where we lost towers but gain powers rap for hours im here to stop u cowards the game is dirty dog it need a shower v3 yeah i wrote stories about my glories i got no worries my enemies get burried or i make em leave in hurry u cant avoid my pressure i rap for pleasure plan to get better and make more chedder my flow change like the weather coming tough like leather dont make me end ya for u suckers i keep my radar up and atenna i smoke hella im not your average rap fella i plan to make more money than a bank teller and if i cant someone in my team will get ya when u face me better have your shit together me give up never dont think your blood cant get any reader wrote more than love letters i kill kings and crush septors so parden my intrusion u getting money must be majic i dont see it like an illusions everyday i gotta write a new one fuck coping kicks i rather get a new gun
BALLER 🏀