

Prompt / Lyrics
“When i hop up out the cut” Man you aint hopping outta shit We both know you safe at home And baking scones in mommys crib Suburb living Finished kitchens Family photos on the fridge Stop with allat fraud and frontin i know where you really live Cause i lived through the shi that yall glorified Rip tees, homies immortalized Seen what i seen yall really be mortified To me that shi regular,rigby and mordecai Spin my bin if you ready for action Dont be shocked when you gettin the static Oh you a gangster whollup what happend Now its a plea and you claiming you passive Put him in dirt, now he under the lil tree Money keep callin’, my pockets stay real deep He talkin’ tough, now he movin’ guilty Pray for his soul, but this chopper ain’t holy Step in the booth and it’s murder, I’m solely Focused on baggin’ these rappers like groceries Hop out the whip and I’m grippin’ it closely Kazzy a savage, my aura stay ghostly Never too friendly, my circle is cozy Big on respect, don’t approach me all nosy Keep me a blade like my name was Shinobi Runnin’ up numbers, I’m doin’ it slowly Stackin’ this paper, the mission is solely Kazzy gon’ eat, got the game in a choke, see? Put him in dirt, we don’t talk on it later Kazzy stay silent, just countin’ this paper Never no favors, we cut off the traitors They talk on my name, but they know I’m a breaker Move like a phantom, no need for a hater Sharp with the words like a lyrical razor Ghost in the cut and he clutch like a laser Step to the mic and I’m cold like a glacier Never no cappin’, I’m real to the core They wanted smoke so I’m bringin’ some more Kick down the door while they sleep on the floor Kazzy and Ghost, yeah we ready for war Switched up the flow, now they beggin’ for peace Step in the booth and I’m off of the leash Claim they got heart but they fold in a squeeze I’m stackin’ these wins while they stuck on repeat
Tags
rap, rock, hyperpop, traditional rock
1:42
No
12/21/2025