Rap Shit Lyrics

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit

Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip

And Ian wasting my time, you be capping

And why be in the mix? I'm having

And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch

'Cause all it take is that money and magic

We too lit, man we trynna live lavish

I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit

Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip

And Ian wasting my time, you be capping

And why be in the mix? I'm having

And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch

'Cause all it take is that money and magic

We too lit, man we trynna live lavish

I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage

Look the point made, you got saved

If Ian say "chill" would've got grazed

Ma say "can't eat without grace"

If Ian good round them, man I know my place

As a youngan trynna get it

We ain't squash shit and nigga we ain't finish

Pop on his block, lights out flick it

Wanting the cash, chase it gotta get it

And baby bro EBM he gon' come out the corner swinging hot shit on ya block

And Instagram only right place where he feel safe to go and send a shot

Stop all that tweeting bitch boy, you hot

I make the music Ian trynna flop

Too deep in and Ian trynna stop

The corner get bent and Niggas getting mopped

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit

Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip

And Ian wasting my time, you be capping

And why be in the mix? I'm having

And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch

'Cause all it take is that money and magic

We too lit, man we trynna live lavish

I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit

Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip

And Ian wasting my time, you be capping

And why be in the mix? I'm having

And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch

'Cause all it take is that money and magic

We too lit, man we trynna live lavish

I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage

Free GG, tell 'em get up

I got hit in my chest, I did sit-ups

Make his body shake like a hiccup

Man Brodie chill, put that bip up

Make a wrong move you getting sent up

Six feet under where he end up

Try buy a house or get pent up

Ion know what happened, but I went up

I say gang shit, the gang lit

And we ain't never gon' chill

I spit that hot shit, I spit it foreal

Og repeat it, we get it foreal

He wasn't trained but he ready to kill

On a mission, he'll go do a drill

Niggas turn fake and ya tea get spilled

Making her dance, she'll go for a thrill

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit

Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip

And Ian wasting my time, you be capping

And why be in the mix? I'm having

And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch

'Cause all it take is that money and magic

We too lit, man we trynna live lavish

I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage

And if I ever get bored I do rap shit

Got the trap doing numbers, a backflip

And Ian wasting my time, you be capping

And why be in the mix? I'm having

And I can never ever trip 'bout a bad bitch

'Cause all it take is that money and magic

We too lit, man we trynna live lavish

I can't trip 'bout my bitch, she a savage