[Intro]

It’s WillThaRapper nigga

It’s WillThaRapper nigga

It’s WillThaRapper nigga

Skwa skwa...

Say look

[Verse 1]

Pull up on a nigga block

Brace him and his fucking man

Niggas wanna diss but bitch

I don’t under fucking stand

Blow it at his teeth

In the street’s where he fucking land

Nigga supper fiddy

Fuck a friend and I don’t fuck with fam

[Verse 2]

Fans pull up, get to flocking

I’m like no kill, I don’t see this shit stopping

My niggas mobbing, if it’s a problem

You a goon, you green as a goblin

Niggas be purpin’ while I be lurkin’

They wanna tweet, I’m tryna creep

They droppin’ diss, I’m loading them clips

They talk all that shit but act like a bitch

[Verse 3]

Oh, he wanna diss, them niggas be skinny mo’

I’m the realest young nigga

That’s some’n my city know

We spray that whole block if we saw him

The last thing we shoot is a muhfuckin’ video

That bitch told me she love me, it’s silly yo

I’m like really hoe? With yo wildin’ ass

You will snitch on a bitch with yo tellin’ ass

Oh you still with the G witcho’ felon ass

[Verse 4]

Sto selling grass, like fuck this

I’m a rap, rob or bust licks

Now I smoke dope and fuck chicks

Can’t fuck with niggas on fuck shit

And my niggas be on anything

And anybody that come with

They wanna smoke, they can come get

They don’t jump ship, they sunk ship

On my mother, these niggas ain’t fucking with me

In this game, got they ass on a bench

Niggas can’t see me like I’m behind tent

Man fuck a bitch and I don’t need a friend

I just need some ass, I just need some cash

You got my money then I’m on yo ass

You got my cash, I grab my mask

I get my glick and head for yo stash

[Verse 5]

Niggas be lunchin’ niggas be purpin’

Niggas be faking I bet they won’t make it

Out in these streets, I mean it no fakin’

When they count the money I get ‘em to take it

When they come with rules

I don’t get it I break it

When they come with foreign’s

I get it and race it

When they come with gas

I get her to smoke it

He don’t like my music, but still he gon’ ‘cord it

[Verse 6]

Gotta keep focused, niggas want me on my back

Niggas be hatin’ so thanks

I got a Mac, I aim that shit at yo back

And it put yo chest in the grass

Swear that be fast

Niggas can’t like me or race

Niggas know I’m in first place

Niggas be fake

Niggas be hatin’ like bitches

And they on the new snitchin’

They be first 48, I got 50 clips

You would get the first 48 and I know he ain’t

He talkin’ all tough but I know he fake

He said he gon’ blow but I know he ain’t

His bitch on my dick, am I fucked

See my wrist and say who turn the lights up

See my neck and say who turn the lights on

She like, you ain’t froze with that ice on

[Verse 7]

I tell bitch I’m hotter in the streets

And they want my spot on the streets

And they goin’ hard in they tweets

Cause they could get shot in the streets

They know who I got in the streets

And I know they not with the beef

And that’s why they just wanna tweet

I see him in public and me, I don’t speak

I just put the piece on his teeth