By The Book ft. GalickZ Lyrics

Niggas said they wanted Callon and GalickZ on a track

Ain't a moment that you'll see me and I ain't keeping a strap

When I get up on the mic, I'm off a bean when I rap

Niggas thinking they could fight, they Apollo Creed in a match

Ain't no one stopping this we pull up on yo niggas looking Ominous

You fuck with me, you better pay the consequence I won't drop my confidence

These niggas thinking they the greatest rapper but it turns out that they just the fucking opposite

Niggas knowing that I stay with a tool it's a fact I'm for certain I don't play in the booth

You just left the beat with air, you just wasting ya food

You ain't got any exposure, no one hating on you

Pulling out the gat now I'm finna let the shells spray Estarossa darkness in me, now I'm using Hellblaze

Glock got a beam and I'm blasting it in Cell's face I bet you Chris Brown'll be the one to run Videl's fade

He be lacking on the streets, we finna take a nigga out

You be confident, the strap come out and now shit going south

Like a swat team, we finna run up in a nigga house let me pass it off to Callon since you niggas wanna shout

Talk to em B

Uh how it look

Make a play By the book just made em hit play without a hook

Well put any bill I could foot from it

An I whip so hard man I got the fuckin cook jumpin'

Grip so hard man my mic won't function

And the devil in my ear tryna whisper sweet nothins

Ima Kind King but I wouldn't try me

Man I got two sides feelin like I'm siamese

Audee made a time bomb never makin type beats

Thought I threw the roc up I hit em with a Tri Beam

Word to the book keepers Ima push Readers while I'm smokin good reefer

Ain't a role model but I could teach ya a couple thing or two

For you to subtly improve but we off that I done put my dreads in my sock cap

This your mother fuckin DOOM like I said it all caps

Underworld chillin now you finna meet the com-bats Rumbleworld stay on call from my launch pad

Got a shawty and she Launch bad yeah she keep an automatic

And we stuck through a Lotta static

Ima proto-type no photo lights I got Mamodo ties my fine multiplies

Of dead older guys an that's over mine the lines motorized the sites monetized

Bitch