Songtexte SLAPS - RopV

This like my eighth take of this shit (What?)
I'm drunk as shit
Here we go

Ayo Trax did the beat?
Said I'm running up the heat?
Got me dying on my feet before I'm lying on my knees
Got these bitches under me
Give that ass a lil squeeze
I don't want no pussy bitches crying
When they freeze from my heart of corruption
Bringing snacks like a luncheon
Imma cause an abduction
At yo funeral function
On the pussy I'm munching
I'm like Kool-Aid I'm punching
Go and make yo assumption
Of my conspicuous consumption
Of yo bitch last night
I don't want to cause a fight
But if you gonna square up
Imma make you see the light
Imma make a right like a tight-end
And then a left like a guy-blend
Man how much money I might spend
Ain't all a likeable question
I got yo bitch say she liking it
She call her my madam
When she chilling in the crib
She gonna blow me like a bomb
Man I know this ain't a rap
Hell it's hardly a song
But at least I ain't shit like that fucker *****
Man I ain't even gonna say it
You're a waste of my time
Thinking you a top dog but you ain't got any slime
Go and copy a thug
Like a stupid ass mime
At the bottom of yo game
While I'm chilling in my prime

I be like
"I don't want any trouble, I don't fight"
Imma be subtle but Chase put it in the light
Hit a triple-double
Shoutout to my brother Ice
Altitude, so you know that I be flyer than a kite
Hold up, wait
Did you just diss up onto my better-than-you bro?
Scared like a hiccup and I'm better than you both
Made you spell ICUP and you didn't even know
If you part of Fight Club then how come it don't show?
I just be wondering
Where is you wondering?
I guess every Alice got Wonderland
You probably tumbling
Into a different reality, stumbling
Definitely mumbling
The cookie is crumbling
Unable to understand
And that's probably why yo music sound like shit
Spent all that time on a metaphor you couldn't get
But plain day, I called you a bitch
What you gonna do about it now, kid?