

Prompt / Lyrics
You bitches ain't nothing but slime wanna come up trying to squeeze my dime how homies doing boy the squad doing fine last time I heard y'all people been dying wanna get at the crew boy it's a long line I ain't worried bout yours don't worry bout mine fine time to let the paper start stacking caught him round the corner let his head start cracking getting work from the plug when the feds ain't tracking sleeping on the homies boy you must be slow boy I stay in the trap cause the dope gon go put a hole in yo body I can see thru class in session fuck boy let me teach you wipe my shoe while I walk thru grass clothes so fresh still got my tags I ain't worried bout shit that a bitch do they done let lil homie off the chain now the pits loose big dogs barking fuck boy you a shitzu send the whole team to the hood just to get you have yo body stone cold solid like a igloo always stood ten on the ground you can't shake me judge wanna throw the book at me can't break me bitches going crazy bout the money I made stayed down in the hood bitch I'm still gettin paid all the bad bitches want me boy I'm still gettin laid heard you cuffin on the hoe boy she still gettin slayed top notch on the grind we ain't takin none less open your eyes real wide this the game at its best Yeah it's rushing rue let boy the game ain't chess and if you hanging in the hood better keep that vest boy the gang don't miss all night we been lurkin for a kick doe and if the money coming good what you switch foe better check your attitude before it get real I ain't had to body bitches in a few years undefeated in the streets check my hood creds bitch I'm stamped every where like a envelope I ain't never been a sheep homie I'm the goat
Tags
Gritty rap
1:35
No
2/26/2026