Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2 (feat. Chris King)

(P. Soul on the track) I love Trippie Redd Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up Get up off the block If I don't know you You dealin' with some soldiers I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I rise with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh And you know a motherfucker pop a sealy, pop a pilly Pop a nigga head like Amoxicillin I'm a villain, really don't show no pitty I'm hot, saditty to these bitches Bitch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty How you hot and shitty? Wait 'Cause shit hot, but you know your shit not My shit make the whole city rock And diddy-bop, I spit it off the titty-top And if you don't like it Then fuck nigga, eat a itty-bitty cock (Yeah) Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, catch a thottie by her toe If I let her go, then I'll prolly fuck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch) Stack of paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider Her nigga got bars, who's your service provider? Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us We get awarded for the likeness, get twenty plaques like Gingivitis Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis Create-a-player, high ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders Okay, pop a sealy like Amoxicillin When I pop the trigger, drop a nigga Then he shook his body like a Macarena Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles God can't save you, slap my bitch from the back, call it Palm's angels I bet when a nigga hop up, bitches, they'll be all angry I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got sores, nigga I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, nigga I got where I am being exactly who I are, nigga You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, nigga I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't Gon' catch it like that shit was farfetched Young nigga stayin' on point just like a bayonet We rollin' top down Bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette Just a young nigga but I been doin' It for so long they gotta praise the vet For my niggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah I am multitasking, make multi-millions M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'