Lyrics The Rap up (2019) - Gigi LaMayne

I attack a beat like this
A hybrid muso, personality split
I just bought into an app that can fix the kids
I'll be the first black jew with the Rothschild fits

So I'ma rule with an iron one
Money crease, I ain't never ever ironed one
Lying one, made that bed she gon' lie in one
Accumulation of these goods, never line one

I'm selling wickets in the church niggas
Robin Hood and I finally stole the purse nigga
Jerkin' off with undertaker in the hearse nigga
Uncle Festo with the creeps, who the first nigga?

Vengeance like illegitimate children
I know that you feel it
I got passion, never would kill it
This rhyme pack your highjack, like a CBC building
It's wax off like a pornstar, told you this is my car
Uzothethelela nge Rolls ma
Khon' ofun' uk'delela and I told you it's my house

I'm globe-trotting while they city to city
Killed myself once, look at God with the frisbee
I'm feeding on my kids like Chris Jenner (Jenner)
I'm feeling like the next air bender (Yikes)
I'm putting all my girls back on
Tell em' we ain't beefing on no god-damned songs

The teacher's always quiet through the test (Shh)
On my Ariana and it's "Thank you nigga, next"
If I ever thought that we'd be flying with the squad
I say these niggas playing, look at Gigi on the charts

I split the waves like Moses
It was Fufa all year, we got boza commas
"Ereng mood" what they say when they tryna classify
Kill them house niggas 'cause I really couldn't die

Shout out to my hunnies for that real cake
That ain't talking shit kinda charred cake
That let me light my spliff kinda raw cake
That let me stick around and see these palms shake
Shout out to my hunnies for that real cake
That ain't talking shit kinda charred cake
That let me light my spliff kinda raw cake
That let me stick around and see these palms shake