HARDEST KQUEEN (feat. Nehemiiaahh) [Freestyle]

It's like (It's like what?)

You know the king had to slide with the KQueen

You know

Come awn (Ayo, look)

KQueen (I stay)

On you bitches head like a muhfuckin' toupee

I'm one of the greatest, give a fuck about what you say

Makin' rappers dizzy, they might start callin' me D'ussé

All these rappers give me flowers, I ain't talkin' bout a bouquet

Had to call the KQueen just to show them how we get down

I got **** gettin' on they feet, they better sit down

I'm the life of the party, you **** gettin' lit now

Always with the shit, you better tell me who you with now (I stay)

Shittin' on you bitches with no mothafuckin' restroom

Sleepin' on the KQueen, how? You ain't got no rest room

Asking for the rap god, I'll pull up and bless you (I'll pull up and achoo)

I'll pull up and bless you

**** want the smoke, but they cancer patients

Murdera she wrote, get decapitated

**** want the smoke till I pass the paper (Pass the paper)

You cap, never graduated

Oh, yuh, I'm so lit

I know all you **** wanna get like this

Never met a **** that can spit like this

And they know I'm a killer, on my grim type shit

Bitches pillow taking, so I tell them bitches go to sleep

**** cannot name a fuckin' rapper that's (Harder than me)

I'm a secret weapon that's harder to keep

Keep on sayin' I'm ya son, but you ain't never been no muhfuckin' father to me

Mmm, yeah

I'm that biatch (Bitch)

I know every **** wanna hiat (Hit)

Body smoke, cigariatte (Cigarette)

Pull up ya, bliack (Blick)

Gimme what you giat (Get)

Nehemiiaahh, hold up

They know it's a crime scene everytime we fuckin' show up

They keep saying they can eat me up, I tell 'em "What's the hold up?"

And they gon' keep underestimating, stop acting like you don't know us

Married to the money, I'm a loner

Can't admit the fact that I'm still harder than a boner

With them fake ass streams bitch, nobody support ya

**** been my son, but I ain't never been a donor

Donor, I look good, don't I?

I got hella verses that put **** in a coma

Flo- Flow sick, no corona ('Rona)

Fuck all of you ****, mad that I already blown up

I am not the one, I could never be the one

I'm the type of hoe, let it go, let you run

Poppin' my shit, for fun

No Nehe Minaj, but bitch you my son

Talkin' shit you might just end up dead

Drowned in blood and brain is filled with lead

Hope all you **** remember what I said

"We still putting bounties on your head"

And I will never give a fuck about the next bitch

Done with these ****, I crossed 'em off of my checklist

You been dead, Rest In Peace, now you restless

I'm the type of hoe, take a soul, now you breathless

They know I'm the best bitch

Shoot 'em with no vest bitch

I can start some shit, let my **** handle the rest bitch

Mmm, who you tryna check bitch?

Try me and the KQueen and it's gonna get hectic, yuh

Bridges burn, you live and you learn

I was down for hoes and them tables turned

Can't be the KQueen, 'cos my name was earned

Mmyea

Money still goin' dumb, disabled

Fuckin' with me? You ain't able

Got the horses in the back, you ain't stable

I'm busy chillin' with Nehemiiaahh and The Label

I'm busy chillin' with Nehemiiaahh and The Label

Gonna get hectic, yuh

Nehemiiaahh, Nehemiiaahh, Nehemiiaahh and The Label

Try me and the KQueen, Nehemiiaahh and the

Gonna get, label, gonna get hectic, label

Fuckin' with me? You ain't able (Label)

Bridges burn, you live and you learn

Ha ha ha ha ha

That was fun