XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Comethazine]
Claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me
We outside your spot now, n*gga, time to get ugly
Have him sh*tting in his pants, n*gga, pass him a Huggie
Choppa bullets make him dance, look, he hitting his Dougie
Catch him lacking, do your thang, then clean up the spot
'Cause who gon' leave some evidence? n*gga, I'm not
I paid a hundred for the Forces, now there's blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker, b*tch, I'm not finna wash 'em
She said ever since you got rich you act like a di*k
Nah, b*tch, that ain't it, I just cannot trust a b*tch
Man, they think I got a problem 'cause I smoke out the pound
sh*t, I'll roll up 'round you n*ggas and won't pass it around
And if a n*gga got a problem, b*tch, I got the four pound
.38 put eight bullets in and spin it around
Put a potato on the barrel, b*tch, it won't make a sound
Shoot a n*gga like a layup but I'm laying him down, gang

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
f*ck all that talkin', let's do it, I keep me a ruler
b*tch, I grew up with the shooters, slidin' in the back of the red with the roof up
I got all white diamonds, Ku Klux, my b*tch be naggin' too much
Make it rain in Magic too much, I don't wear my Patek too much
I be really, really, really gettin' p*ssed off
Wear my Fendi even like my shirt look p*ssed off, yeah
I got expensive habits, huh, Ace of Spades when I'm thirsty
Plug lemme get it dirt cheap, we gon' pull up to the club thirty deep, ayy
Spent ten racks on my dog, n*gga, that b*tch gon' alert me
Ayy, made it out the trap, when it touchdown, my dog gon' chirp me, hmm
Knew how to whip it 'fore I walked inside the first grade
Knocked it out the park, I got rich off of first grade
It's rich, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Tierra Whack]
The queen of my city, I prove it in this freestyle, Philly
Mean mugging all your cheap smiles
You a beach chair, you fold, I'm a beach towel
The way I come around, everybody remain the same
You know my name
With a dollar, with a dream, I changed the game
Wait, a beach towel folds too
I'll beat your ass if you run up on my crew
Like a child at the zoo or a kid at the beach
I keep talking 'bout the beach but I'm tryna dig deep
In the sand, I leave my eyes open when I sleep
I'm a man, WO at the beginning
Bumping John Lennon, in my all white linen suit, getting loose
Your boo think this a kissin' booth, I dip and shoot
I need space like missin' tooth, now this is proof
I ain't even wanna do this, but I knew this would prove it
I'm a teacher to you students, uh
Peppermint soap, I brag and I boast, I rack at my nose
You rappers a joke, I step on your throat
I laugh to the bank with a bag full of pranks
I'm the sh*t, so please don't be mad when I stank
Yo, you ride in Uber pools, hot but I'm super cool
Make hits, Mayweather on you April Fools
Take your jewels, break the rules then I make the rules
They hate on me but see, I hate to lose, yo
Winner at heart, the joys of my art
Used to want to be lighter but I still shine bein' dark, yo
I play my part, they all pay me respect
My next pet is a giraffe 'cause I'm coming for necks, Queen