about
just my verse for one of the songs going on the CL∆P G∆NG mixtape
lyrics
bitch I’m on that new shit
emd trap movement
grab the record, screw it,
chop it up and call it music
metric units taught taught to students
who sought drugs as the solution
rolled for distribution, they prosecutin
don’t you know, this a revolution.
roman x, tens im dealin,
she the ex, how you feelin
professor X, straight up mutant.
slangin x, quad stacks for real and
i don’t give a fuck, just get my money doe,
leave you straight up in the cold
I be leanin stupid low
all alone.
rock ’em sock 'em trap bot,
word to my home block.
what up, shout out, ms bach
black cherry maybach.
stop, figured the bass gon drop
marathon, chasin the guwop.
straight to the top, while I’m burnin the crops
wild’in, screamin’ “I DONT GIVE A FAUK”
them rocks.
ill break em off and never come down
ridin ‘round with that thump sound.
doubt mobbin’ with the pack now.
thats clap gang, swim fam.
call me bacon this white boy ham.
joey bags with the tech like bam
fucked ya day up when our night began.
im an old world god appeaser
bring the heat, so they call me fever
no italiano, mafiasto
but still leanin, tower, pisa
jump on that shit like a feature
break the whole song, then i leave it
fake or lame, i say neither
doubt will rap ’til surpassing jesus.
rest in pieces, yo, i mean it
keenest cracker, spit the beast shit.
..but i aint even
break a sweat, cause i already seen this.
swisher sweet technology
mixed with a little greek mythology
but you can’t stop me, I’m hurcules
and i know one thing, you aint mercin’ me
credits
license
all rights reserved