Rhyan Besco - KOOL-AID Lyrics

Lyrics KOOL-AID - Rhyan Besco



You rappers think you're on my level, no the fuck you're not
Talkin' out your necks, well you can catch some fuckin' knots
It's my house, you can't enter, ion answer knocks
It's go time when you hear that, "let that shit knock"
Pipe the fuck down, nigga we ain't heard of you
You niggas couldn't beat me if it was overdue
They tryna make the next me, well how absurd of you
I'm stealin' niggas sunshine like it's a curfew
Tell my boys to kick yo' ass and I will follow through
I got my feet up, smokin' weed up, out in malibu
Just talk to Jared and he told me "Rhy, there's none like you"
I said that's great now tell them labels they get none like Ruth
Til' my teams all Jews
And I keep my youth
And I live my truth
Like I said I'd do
A disrespectful little nigga
But I am my dues
Now pay a nigga like you mean it
Pockets grande too
If a nigga hatin' chunkin up the deuce
I got the sauce and niggas ain't got the juice
Another day, another blessing, hallelu
They want the smoke, well we ain't throwing up no truce
I'm the greatest, woah bitch, woah bitch, woah
Killing rappers get the fuckin' obitual
Smokin' gas don't you let down the windown
The game sick and riverboy got the antidote
Uh
Young nigga pretty like idris, ooo
Watcha talkin' bout like willis, ooo
Still at the top like fearless, ooo
Bitch nigga lying he ain't feelin' this, ooo
Nigga I'm a lion and I'm fearless, ooo
Tell a nigga mind his business, ooo
Still the highest selling mother fucking rapper
And a nigga came out of Fort Smith, ooo
A damn shame I do the mumble flow better nigga
Whack niggas in my DMs y'all should reconsider
These boys out here getting turned out by that Ahnet nigga
So watch yo mouth before I have to go expose a nigga
And think again before you come against Big Besco
My niggas move with one shot, fuck a combo
I been the best, still the best, bitch we all know
Recuérdame, got my niggas movin' CoCo
If a nigga hatin' chunkin up the deuce
I got the sauce and niggas ain't got the juice
Another day, another blessing, hallelu
They want the smoke, well we ain't throwing up no truce



Writer(s): Rhyan Besco


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