Yeah, nateTREN on the motherf*ckin' beat
And its lil C-stoney
Yeah, motherf*cker, you think you won, this shit is reversed
With these hot bars, you a bird
You're weird cause lyrics, I think I'm concerned
Your lyrics are good because you curse
None of your bars are the worst
You're a f*ckin' girl havin' a motherf*ckin' purse
King of the rappin', I can't achieve
Being smart, havin' lyrics in my motherf*ckin' sleeve
Thinkin' you can beat me, so naive
Bars so sick, but I spread a disease
Bars so hot, turns up in the degrees
These so bars so hot, that's I'm about to increase
I'mma hand it over to my boy, C-Stoney
Because he been puttin' these lyrics in the boney
Yeah
Elon Musk sold his first software company Zip2, back in 1995
He sold that company in 1999 for 300 million
And used profits to start PayPal's business
Oh my God, bro
Yeah, one of one, it ain't no multiplication of my DNA
Two hoes, one scam and the other one has CNA
Yeah, three, two, one, shit, I'mma give a PSA
Four bullet holes in your cape, I catch you bein' bright
Five seconds left, up to the clock
I'm hittin' buzzer beaters, six stars, torn like corny cake
I just knocked out the other feature
Seven C's, now I'm drippin', I create sauce
Tell the ops, I'm the last one in the hole
Just like an eight ball, nine, one, one
Callin' bastards, fire in the booth
Ten out of ten times, can tell a liar from the truth
It's 11-11, you better make a wish
At 11, I turn 13 because 12 ain't exist
Catch me hoppin' out of your bushes, it's Friday the 13th
Catch me hoppin' out of your bushes, it's Friday the 13th
14 grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip
Cardi just made 15 in a day, he servin' in the sticks
Sweet 16 of the walkie, I'mma break his bracket
The Glock he hold a 17, today I play the standard
It was the 18th wheeler, make it back
Just know I'm rubber bammin' like I'm David Banner
I was 19 with the Promethane, understanders
Yeah