[Intro]

Squad, squad, squad, squad

Squad, squad

Its WillThaRapper, nigga

Beat Bully 3, brought to you by me

You hear me, shout out squad, WSL shit (WSL shit)

Fuck they talkin' 'bout, man? (Fuck they talkin' bout man?)

Say, look (Say, look)

[Verse 1]

I'm the realest young nigga from the city you hate

From where the real niggas rare, but there's plenty of fakes

And I be all up in the trenches where my enemies ain't

They selling bold and selling coke, like a energy drink

They say go, go, go DJ

But I don't need no DJ

No, no reply, y'all better hear what he say

Started writing raps, that shit was smoother than a cheese cake

And now my whole watch face bust down with the freeze face

Shit I feel like CJ from San Andreas

Hold on, man, let me sit down 'cause I can't stand y'all haters

I serve myself my own drinks 'cause I can't stand y'all waiters

And smoke good out the woods, man, I can't stand y'all papers

And I can't grab no favors, no nigga offered me shit

I heard that nigga talking slick, then it's off with his lips

I put a hole in his ribs like a shark bit his hip

I pulled up and stop the whip, look like I'm parking this shit

I get the spark in this shit, and they start running towards line

Niggas talking sour, so I squeeze it like a lemon lime

Bitch I won the race before they even track my finish time

Squad eating good if the table set at dinner time

Niggas be on bitches times, I don't be on bitches lines

Niggas before bitches, I ain't trippin, I got ten of mine

Nigga I'm a menace, I'm Cane in the booth

I press a button, drop the top, and drop the brain off the coupe

It's not chicken head, it's noodle turn his brain into soup

No quiet storm, I get the flow, and make it rain in the booth

Don't need the red dot 'cause I don't even aim when I shoot

I got a drum, I let it dump, and put a stain in the suit

Hold up gotta take a break, lemme get that

Huh, lets get it

Say look, look

[Verse 2]

My favorite rapper Wayne, just in case you ain't know

And everybody ain't a friend, that's why I keep me a four

I like to dig a hole in bitches, why I keep me a ho

Don't trust a nigga with his word and never speak what you know

And I know niggas out here plotting so I keep me a dog

I don't do fitches with no snitches I don't speak to the law

And we don't clique up with new niggas, only be with my squad

You steady Tweeting us and perpin', while we be with your braud

Damn, and you still on that lame ass shit

And if I had to pick a wife then Mary Jane that bitch

I got a pain I get, from every stain I hit

I got a flame that kick, I don't play games like shit

I gotta calm that shit, I gotta keep my cool

But I know shit still hectic, so I keep my cool

Double-S-L, bitch, those my peeps my fools

16 is our limit, you could get beat at school

[Verse 3]

I say, yes Nina, that's my DJ

And he play plenty bets, put it on replay

He turn a party up, mess up a clean place

I pulled a bad bitch out, point it at his face

[Outro]

Hey, hey I just freestyled that last one

I just freestyled that last one

Its WillThaRapper, nigga

Its WillThaRapper, nigga

Squad, squad, squad