[Hook: Yxng Sanzu]
Yea I be hopping on drills
Yea I be paying my bills
Bet the bars give you the chills
I be on CoD getting kills
They say I be on the gang shit
But all they be doing is capping
No I'm not bout that lame shit
I be spitting bars, that shit's slapping
Yea I be hopping on drills
Yea I be paying my bills
Bet the bars give you the chills
I be on CoD getting kills
They say I be on the gang shit
But all they be doing is capping
No I'm not bout that lame shit
I be spitting bars, that shit's slapping
[Verse 1: Yxng Sanzu]
My legacy won't die, it'll be living forever
Wanna get high, yea we smoking togеther
Writing my lyrics like writing my lettеrs
I don't identify as a trendsetter
If I say I improved, you better believe it
You think that I'm capping, you definitely not seen it
If you look up my old shit, it's been deleted
If I say that I changed, I'm deadass, I mean it
Had a bunch of goals, so far I achieved it
Won't say it again, do I gotta repeat it
You zoning out, didn't you hear it?
Didn't you hear it? Aye
Killing the curses like Yuji
Yea, I'm too cool to buy Gucci
Zumiez is where it's at
We putting it on the map
We bout to go reach the top
Making more art to drop
Working so hard from all of the heart
We never gonna stop
[Verse 2: MP14]
Hop on this drill beat, you can not get me
You can not lyrically kill me
Ripping you rappers in pieces
Mad that I'm here for irrational reasons?
Ain't it funny how I got you on your death bed?
If I wanted to, I'll lift you like bench press
When she speak her mind, she giving the best head
Better take notes on how to rap it like sex ed
Need to sit down 'cause you can't stand a chance
Taking you out was planned in advance
Motherfuckers try to battle me like they can never catch a break
And when I'm done with the consuming, there's an after taste
Hot with the pen, 110 degrees
When spitting out the fire, better best believe
If I come through with a reckless team
We bringing out the fuel & we spread the heat
Wake up now like getting out of sleep mode
Knock you out like a guest at the peephole
Tryna be talking down on my name, I place the rules just to get rid of your evil
Working out my skills, I'm hitting the skies
You can not hide like a hidden disguise
All of your shit, I'm not having it
Acting all tough, but you see me, you stiff like a mannequin
Killing every one of you within a little second
Ain't no way to come around this type of rapper with attention
Ain't no other way that I could try and spread it with the message
You can never try to mess with how I come across with any flow
That I could use to tear apart just any beat that I can hold
Showing every one of you that I can manage how I roll
Never try to tell me I'm the person who try to fold
[Verse 3: Vida Artessy]
Ayo fuck LT
I'm king so I pull up motherfucking strap hoe
Still rep beast started bottom bitch I'm standing on my ten toes
What you got son
Put yo hands up
Bitch I'm elevated dedicated also motivated
Motherfucker spitting all the fucking truth and I go crazy
Oh baby this ain't even start yet
나는 돈 많아서 돈이나 버리지 야 니가 뭔데
너때매 빡쳐서 술이나 따르지 그래 나 꼰대
발정난 새끼들 꺼져라 시발아 그래 넌 약해
양아치
Repping Busan
All of yo homies will burn like a 담배
내 돈은 억대
만들어 백배
Fuck all you 선배
(Fuck all you 선배)
내 돈은 억대
만들어 백배
Fuck all you 선배
(Fuck all you 선배)
내 돈은 억대
만들어 백배
Fuck all you 선배
(Fuck all you 선배)
내 돈은 억대
만들어 백배
Fuck all you 선배
(Fuck all you 선배)
Cartel 이것은 래퍼의 cartel
They rang the bell
My rap is hard as hell
You just fell and I just felt ready
I'm lyrically steady
Already steady
All You rappers are petty spaghetti cuz
You're on the meat
That's why you bitch
That's why you bitch
너는 걍 shit
Cartel 이것은 래퍼의 cartel
They rang the bell
My rap is hard as hell
You just fell and I just felt ready
I'm lyrically steady
Already steady
All You rappers are petty spaghetti cuz
You're on the meat
That's why you bitch
That's why you bitch
너는 걍 shit
