MVP - Bs (Freestyle) текст песни

Текст песни Bs (Freestyle) - MVP



I pull out my instrument then they reaction like a instrumental
Nothing but silence tell 'em keep quiet,
Give you a piece of my mind, imma sentimental
I know my shit sweet, they call me a beast,
Every time we ride it's presidential,
Go to the doctor, ask 'em about me,
They will tell you how i'm detrimental, Shit is fundamental,
I ain't got potential, already continental
We are not the same though (Doe)
That's cause i'm wicked with the pencil,
I ain't need my props, last time I checked
I was summer, hot,
Gettin' degrees and pouring up drinks,
I buy my shit fresh off the lot,
Already hit the tip-top, ushered in with the droptop
Just watch this drip-drop, everything I buy is not in stock,
But like this song though, you can get dropped,
Y'all flipped on me, and you still flopped,
Y'all know i'm hip, but y'all still hopped,
I'm cutthroat, this the choppas block,
Hold up wait wait, bring it back for a minute,
Deadin' the issues, I never fly Spirit,
Hold up wait wait, yea I didn't mention,
This off the dome, I ain't need a convention,
Don't need a motherfucker tryna tell me what to write,
I just need a fuckin' Ghost, one where you can see the lights
I don't need life insurance, my security nationwide
They gon' wet you if I got a problem, lay it out and slide,
Yes I spit facts, and haters are wack,
Look at this white boy, he can't even rap,
Look how he talkin', he tryna be black,
You act like a girl, but minus the racks,
Same ol' shit, just another hater,
This ain't a democracy, imma dictator,
I don't meet in the middle cause fuck an equator,
We're not in the same room, ain't even my neighbor,
Big mad that I exist,
Wait for me to give a fuck
Gon' need an army, so enlist
Steady talkin' all that shit,
Cause when I pull up, then all of a sudden, it's okay to coexist,
"What's up sis", nah you just a bitch,
I am not your sis, bitch suck my dick,
You just an opposite, don't fuck with incompetents,
Don't copy my sauce, that's not what you condiment,
They call me Big Stepper, I bring in the pressure,
Walkin' chin up, 'cause I am the chin checker,
Listen to me, gon' need more than a webster,
I'm sendin' you bars, but don't send me a letter,
They come for me cause they got a vendetta,
You caught me red-handed, this art is Elektra,
What size is my waist? 40 inch plus Beretta,
My rhymes are divine, I ain't talkin' Loretta,
Red octagon you should stop that,
All my shooters keep a 9 Mag,
Don't chase a bitch or a dime bag,
I got freeze on me but ain't check the tag
Imma Flo Rida, always on the Low
Wanna piece of me, gotta pay the dough,
I call the shots, they pick up the phone,
I got the crown, you can't fit on my throne,
I don't say shit for likes so if you think I do you're delusional,
You say you don't like me best believe the feeling is mutual,
I don't give a fuck what you think imma get paid as usual,
I live in your head rent free but this shit ain't movable!
Let's keep it real, I am the pilot,
I take flights all around United
But just know that if a bitch try it,
Better make sure them sources cited!
Not the only flight that imma catch,
Tryna copy me, we all know its facts,
Ain't in my bracket, just check my plaques
You can't be a rapper and not write ya raps
Nowadays, these rappers be corny,
Not talkin' bout shit "but i'm tellin' my story"
Pushin' P? Gunna be pushin' 40,
Time to rise and shine, bouta be a stormy,
There will be bloodshed,
Another bitch shot dead,
A heart to heart from me to you,
So I looked in his eyes, and put one right in his chest,
They call me Big Stepper, I bring in the pressure,
Walkin' chin up, 'cause I am the chin checker,
Listen to me, gon' need more than a webster,
I'm sendin' you bars, but don't send me a letter,
They come for me cause they got a vendetta,
You caught me red-handed, this art is Elektra,
What size is my waist? 40 inch plus Beretta,
My rhymes are divine, I ain't talkin' Loretta,
I don't like people up in my space,
Don't fuck with people who don't know their place,
Talk to me crazy, imma give the same,
Just matchin' energy, and go to the bank,
If I shoot a shot, it won't be a blank,
You ain't gotta keep it one hundred with me,
I just reach in my pocket and out my wallet,
My Ben Franks just don't need the sympathy,
I slide through vibin' and all I hear is "MVP"
I always catch a vibe to determine their proximity,
I can see right through the bullshit and toxicity,
I'm just wondering, who gave your ass the audacity,
Some of you bitches just need to be humbled,
All bark and no bite, you still need to be muzzled,
Obviously, you have never been troubled,
Entitled ass karens always mad and disgruntled,
Half of you bitches just claim the struggle,
Got multiple jobs, called grind and hustle,
No replication, cause fuck a stunt double,
I did it on my own, my bag never fumbled



Авторы: Matthew Vincelet, Shewannamydixk


MVP - BS (Freestyle)
Альбом BS (Freestyle)
дата релиза
06-09-2022




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