Yah yah yah

Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah

Killin The Beat

Now I ain't got no diamonds on my neck or on my wrist yet

I've been making music trying to run me up a big check

Make a couple bands and i'm bouncing out the midwest

This is not a big flex

Manifesting whats next

Shows at the Rio

Waiting On A Hero

Working On A Hiatus

I'm Gone but still here tho

Money in the bank like i'm Richie $tackkz D$nero

Making Major Moves

Be the Sixth Since Four years ago

I'm steady on my grind

Put in work that's over time

I just wanna see them shine

Stop waiting all my free time

I'm trying to cut some checks

We coming for they're necks

Watch how I make it streeeeeeetch

Now I ain't got no diamonds on my neck or on my wrist yet

I've been making music trying to run me up a big check

Make a couple bands and i'm bouncing out the midwest

Y'all Ready

This is not a big flex

Manifesting whats next

Kasper Lee

What's next

Bitch i'm fucking running up them big checks

Yah

Bitch i'm fucking coming for them slit necks

Oh Yah

Trying to test it out because I feel it

Yah

I'm trying to test it out to get my dick wet

Okayyy

And all you guy's are going on the same thing

Yup

I'm trying to go up in the store to big things

New chains big rings thick black jeans

Complements the way i bounce in my Chuck Tays

You don't like the fucking things that I think

Basically

And you don't like the fans that stand beside me

Scared

Well don't you Fucking turn your back behind me

I'm a Punk Trap Savage come and find me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I'm literally going to drag you out of here by your ear

Alright i'm not a gangster anymore guys I gotta go

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

You bouncing

Aiight take it back

Let me know how it sounds

Only thing diamonds is these fucking rellos man

Threats to these rappers

Hero to my fellow man

Selling grams if I gotta tell it man

Either way my hands gunna touch hella bands

I told Kyle i'm coming with crack

So now the track laced

If you ain't on the path to the money

Then go dat way

Man I be coaching these niggas

Don't make a bad play

Treat these local rappers like roaches

Up in my ash tray

Midwest finesse gotta get the big checks

Trying to do some shit that a nigga never did yet

Trying to do some shit to make sure that my kids set

Have the whole fucking click looking like we Dipset

They ratting in the trap man

You'll catch a whole case

I'm light-years ahead of niggas

At a slow pace

Okay

I'm Bold

Bust a load in your hoe face

Let your bitch grab the mic like a showcase

Rob

Waddup Kyle man

Waddup Kasper man

Ayy heyyy

You know man we just Killin The Beat thats all

YUK Shit

Now I ain't got no diamonds on my neck or on my wrist yet

I've been making music trying to run me up a big check

Make a couple bands and i'm bouncing out the midwest

This is not a big flex

Manifesting whats next

What's next

I've been at home Being a father

Da-da

More reason for me to be chasing them fucking dollars

Cha-ching

In other words write them rhymes with shock collars

Better make sure I'm the shot caller

Better fall in a line like a domino

When im rhymin hoe

So you can bounce that ass like posibs bounce these verses

Put these rappers in hearses

Closed curtains

Your death is comin that's certain

Yeah imma kill these snakes you sea serpents

I see purpose

Even in the worst version of myself

I can still rap circles around you triangles

Bitch your too obtuse

And loose

To be a cute angle

Get mangled by the microphone strangular

Can't stop shittin on these bitches

I ain't regular

Be my guest you can be a regular

Ass whooping

Deileved to your door step

I don't need no gold to flex

When I can sling that iron

Spit that fire

They call me the fucking live wire

Tazmanine devil wrapped in Barb wire

Someone you shouldn't admire

Well my kids still love me

Not like I give fuck if you do

Sayitall

Bouncing

You're Killin The Beat