frick suckaz

They tryna prove that they can rap, but no they can’t
Validate my validation, stroke my pants
I ain’t holdin hands but you can hold my bands
I ain’t holdin hands if you gon fold like that
Woke up once again its just another day
Thought you was a rapper you got none to say
The shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
The shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
If my son afraid, i’ll throw my son away
If that bitch is bad i’m gonna fuck her face
And that bitch an animal, gnaw on my fingers
Spider gang the clique got everybody triggered
Ima throw away the whole kid
Only triple that i fuck wit is triple six
Delete your brothers and your cousins, yall little kids
Dont worry what i’m speakin on, it’s family business
Stop tryin hard to be in it, you barely wit it
Sun out, moon out, gun out
I’m wit my brothers
What now, who now, fuck out
You undercover
They tryna prove that they can rap, but no they can’t
Validate my validation, stroke my pants
I ain’t holdin hands but you can hold my bands
I ain’t holdin hands if you gon fold like that
Woke up once again its just another day
Thought you was a rapper you got none to say
The shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
The shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
The shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
The shit i seen would make you suckaz run away