Rap Sheet Lyrics – Young Devyn
Singer: Young Devyn
Title: Rap Sheet
Grr, baow
Woo
Uh, yeah
Baby g.o.a.t
Yeah, look (woo)
Since you wanted some clout i’ma give it to you
If your girl in the spot, she get hit with you too
Don’t let me show what my hittas could do
Oh, you speakin’ on what? let me hear who you boomed
And this ain’t no rap beef
Sit ’em down like a kid in a back seat
All of that fussin’ but never could @ me
Don’t need a song to go pull up my rap sheet
Look
I don’t even entertain the gossip
But the pillow talkin’ gotta stop it
That’s the way you get turned to a spliff
Since you thinkin’ you lit, now we smokin’ on nonsense
I can’t go back and forth with a kid
If i call up the cig, then you know he gon’ flock it
Hearin’ rumors ’bout things that i did that i don’t even know, like i must bе unconscious
You see how i bop different, they is not winnin’, so thеy bringin’ up cap
Most of they homies is not livin’, put some shots in ’em, now that boy wanna rap
All of my oppas be dry snitchin’, he tried to front so we wet up his back
And i call my ooter the side hitta ’cause the way that he dump, he be quick to attach
Mention my name for clout
People be talk ’til i run in they mouth
Since i’m the topic of all the discussion, i came through your block just to see what it’s ’bout
Shawty was dissin’, i heard she a leg, catch her in traffic, i’m walkin’ her out
I’m makin’ it clear and i said what i said, got my foot on they neck like i’m stompin’ ’em out
I do not focus
Keep a chop ’cause i am not goin’
Pretty shawty, i’ma vibe, motion
Said you love me, i’m like, “i know this, huh”
Went from the hood to be posted by cardi
Hop out the cut with the gang and a barbie
Up it for zelle, they you know that’s my heartbeat
Washin’ ’em up like doin’ the laundry
I know they want me diminishin’
Put your favorite rapper right on citizen
We do not post in nothin’, we was spinnin’ in
Reach in my coat and show ’em how to live again
I only rap about it ’cause i’m livin’ it
This is a message so they understand
For the ones that gon’ always keep talkin’
Can’t tell if you hatin’, you love me or fans goofy
Since you wanted some clout i’ma give it to you
If your girl in the spot, she get hit with you too
Don’t let me show what my hittas could do
Oh, you speakin’ on what? let me hear who you boomed
And this ain’t no rap beef
Sit ’em down like a kid in a back seat
All of that fussin’ but never could @ me
Don’t need a song to go pull up my rap sheet
Look
〈verse 2: kenzo b〉
b#tches irrelevant
Prove your point, come show me who you better
b#tches is rookies, only hang with veterans
Za got a kick, i need it like my medicine
And we been spinnin’ and we been drillin’
Now we older, tryna move with elegance
I’ma come out of retirement
I’ma start firin’
Catch a b#tch droppin’ my set again
On bro like
Where the f#ck is the oppas
Me and dev” two chops, two shottas
Thinkin’ sh#t sweet, we take her off the roster
Now she can’t breathe and that b#tch need a doctor
And real always recognize real
I could tell when a b#tch on that sh#t like she been in the field
Half of you b#tches ain’t been on a drill
And i don’t gotta bloom, i’ll make a b#tch a deal
n#gg#s talkin’ that
And i’m heavy on loyalty, n#gg#s be preachin’ and fakin’ that
When they say they gon’ ride, they just sayin’ that
You ain’t gon’ slide, gotta go, i ain’t playin’ that
b#tches is soft
If a b#tch can’t compete ’cause she already list and he all like, n#gg#, of course
It’s the hound and the g.o.a.t, we go dumb actin’ up like we animals
And the way that we eatin’ these b#tches up daily these b#tches would think we was hannibal
And i hate when a b#tch try act like she hate you but really that b#tch is fan of you
Tell that girl, “suck a dick” and i added the, “please” and it’s just so they know i got manners too
Top dawg, i’m the b#tch they gon’ answer too
n#gg#s be panickin’
How they active ain’t puttin’ no damage in?
Claim they don’t hide when we slide n#gg#s be vanishin’
He don’t die? bet them hollows gon’ damage him
And them b#tches always wanna rap beef
But i’m gettin’ too lit to respond
Got these b#tches pressed, it got me mad weak
Said they lookin’ for me, i am not hard to find, b#tch
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