combat boots

By currfew

On combat boots

Released on January 30, 2026

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(I'm back)

(I'm ready for war, blah)

Scoring points like a sport (woo), yeah, I'm getting awards

This shit fye like a torch, pull up a beat hit record

Let's chill, you're faking ya' whole life, boy be real (Be real)

I'm taking these beats, and I go for the kills

I leave my footprint on your songs, with them Timbs (Them Timbs)

I'm already swaggin' too hard without Rick (Blah)

Combat boots, going commando

Got lyrical ammo, I feel like I'm Rambo, give rappers a halo

This boy is a baby put him in a cradle

Rap battles are killing careers, mine are fatal

Pass me the aux, I'm playing my bops

I snap like Doo-wop, you over the top (Yeah)

These sonics are lovely, your album will flop (Flop)

I'll always get better, I never could stop (Blah)

These boys getting rusty, rust bucket

Pawtucket, I'm chuggin' the shade, get it gone (Woo)

Yeah, teach music to you, it ain't nothin

Something is touchin' my nerve, flick it off (Woo)

Yeah, f- ya' ego, my fault a depot (Yeah)

You not Magneto, my flow gon' reload (What?)

I bet on me, like a damn casino (What?)

Yeah, my flows gon' reload

Yeah, kick it like Fifa

You- You want a feature?

You gon' pay that fee, yeah (Pay it)

Blow up ya' speakers, you clean but I'm cleaner

Your music is weaker (It's weak)

Yeah, kick it like Fifa

Music, I'll teach ya, Change ya' demeanor (Woo)

Blow up ya' speakers, you clean but I'm cleaner

Your music is weaker (I'm ready for war)

Scoring points like a sport (Woo), yeah, I'm getting awards

This shit fye like a torch, pull up a beat hit record

Let's chill, you're faking ya' whole life, boy be real (Be real)

I'm taking these beats, and I go for the kills

I leave my footprint on your songs, with them Timbs (Them Timbs)

I'm already swaggin' too hard without Rick (Blah)

Combat boots, going commando

Got lyrical ammo, I feel like I'm Rambo, give rappers a halo

This boy is a baby put him in a cradle

Rap battles are killing careers, mine are fatal

Pass me the aux, I'm playing my bops

I snap like Doo-wop, you over the top (Yeah)

These sonics are lovely, your album will flop (Flop)

I'll always get better, I never could stop (Blah)