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Christopher Holt
Christopher Holt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEE ELAITCH
CEE ELAITCH
Producer
Fiss-Bass Beats
Fiss-Bass Beats
Producer

Letra

Mm Yeo, turn me up I need to hear my shit I need to hear my shit, nigga I need to yell real quick, y'know what I'm saying? Like I need to hear myself in the vocals real quick Aii? Lemme hear it Gang gang gang Aii Suck my dick Yeah, I like that too Bitch, grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah I was 12 when they told me to stop Whatchu want? Bitch, I'm on hots Went to troublemaking on the block Fuck that, niggas just hate me a lot I was jumping schools, I was on BT After school, momma give me them beatings I know y'all niggas just wanna hear dissing But that is not food for the eating They was calling my parents to school They like, "Reapa, what did you do?" I said Hail Marys in the morning I was 13 before I got boomed They didn't understand me and Zech Now I'm smoking on Gaels, that's a fact In high school, I was a titan of industry Plaques on them plaques, I ain't know how to act In third grade, niggas was pushing just to take me away In fourth grade, I was throwing them tantrums Just so a nigga could stay In fifth grade, I was getting so oppy that I had to do time I left after sixth grade, now it's suck my dick I'm back on my grind I ain't never stay holy, that's never Father Bob, you is a bitch Told my moms that I'm too dangerous Now, you just shot, nigga, suck my dick I'm just speaking my life on a drill beat I can rap 'till the light's out, you feel me? I know my teachers was mad that Reapa got up and put timing on demon When you diss you put niggas in pain On PB, I won't say any names Nah, fuck that NDK, SMESK, OLHK All them niggas got hit in the leg, head tapped, the fuck? Suck my fucking dick, nigga (Bitch, grrah, grrah, grrah) Keur Mame, Cecile let saama karrow These white niggas lacking the arôme Die Tate (Die Tate, bitch) Bitches be pulling up aggy but I'ma just read 'em like tarot EK said that there's no letting up (No letting up) I put my city on lock, I'm so cut (grrah, grrah, grrah) I'm in 16, I'm the king on my coin And it's BBYK, niggas ain't do enough Yewwi askan wi, that's on my body I still rapped when the courant was shotty Back then, I was misunderstood Now it's EBS, EBS, K everybody It's a fact I don't cap in my rap I won't stop 'till my coin on the map (Reapa, you the only one I want) Bitch, suck my dick, nigga, suck on my sack, grrah I was 12 when they told me to stop Whatchu want? Bitch, I'm on hots Went to troublemaking on the block Fuck that, niggas just hate me a lot I was jumping schools, I was on BT After school, momma give me them beatings I know y'all niggas just wanna hear dissing But that is not food for the eating I was 12 when they told me to stop Whatchu want? Bitch, I'm on hots (Parcelles) Went to troublemaking on the block Fuck that, niggas just hate me a lot (Grrrrrah) I was jumping schools, I was on BT After school, momma give me them beatings I know y'all niggas just wanna hear dissing But that is not food for the eating (Bitch, grrah grrah grrah) Like what, like what, bitch Grrah grrah grrah Them 41 niggas is tuff But that's not my shit Y'all niggas know how my end my songs Grr, grr, grr, grr Baow, baow, baow Ugh
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