Thought I’d give u bitches one last quick song...I can’t come on this app anymore for a while tho 👏🗡 lyrics: You ain’t killin nobody, you just pussy cat talk You pussy cats talk and you pussy cats walk That hateful shit you typin' is 'cause you scared of them L's Man, if you was a real rapper, you’d do bad with them sales 'Cause I ain’t scared of nobody, 'specially not a rap nigga He really speakin' freely? He ain’t know I clap niggas? It’s bang, bang, bang, like them things on your hair I take shots at these niggas, I ain’t talkin' no beer Get it? A 'lil beer shot? I never fear thots A rap hero, I arrived sayin’ "Fear not" You trash bitches just some bad pollution I’m the one who make rappers and I’m mass producin' I’mma scratch and bruise him if he act a nuisance I’m the baddest in the class, and I’m class reducin' I eliminate bitches when they test my spot A longevity in my reign like I blessed my spot I’m-I’m the king with the ring, and that makes you the jester If I don’t like you it’s off with your head sir And frankly I don’t like a lot of you hoes STORE niggas in the dungeon, I ain’t talkin' a LOWE’S He was talkin’ all that shit so it’s time for him to pay I’mma need a couple bucks or else you bitches goin' away Know I said I’d take a break, but I just had to press your neck more I got a paper, got a pen so I can check whores You’ll always be a no, I’ll always be a yes I’ll always be the host, you’ll always be the guest These niggas run 'way/runway from Troy like they all models But don’t get fooled into worshiping all these false idols These niggas snakes, I hear them hissin' in the forests ‘Cause every time you niggas rap, it’s a bore feeeeesssst Let’s be real, all you niggas wanna copy me now How you only dissin', but ain’t got no hits to your sound? Cut a cut a/Gudda Gudda a nigga up like that nigga from Young Money Records Your cake has got one layer, mine is triple decker