XXL Freshmen 2024 Cypher - Part 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Ho, stop callin' me the number-one Latino rapper, b*tch
Because I'm sh*ttin' on the Blacks and whites, it's not just Mexicans
"OT, you made the XXL list?" I'm screamin', "f*ck that sh*t"
You can catch me sippin' on some medicine where Texas is
Come to Texas, you'll see sh*t you never seen like, "What is swangin'?"
b*tch, I'm in the slab inside the country, slow, loud, and I'm bangin'
I'm from Be Careful Tejas, we drag nuts and leave 'em hangin'
I'm pimpin' hoes and slangin' 'bows, lil' b*tch, better have my payment
Player-made, I just came and your b*tch just came with me
Gravedigger, I'm a wig splitter, keep that thang with me
Blue gun, clip look like a C, it's gangbangin' with me
Call your b*tch, tell her come over, she gon' choo-choo train with me
Got a homie lookin' like the Children of Corn
We gon' hit a drive-by, we gon' slide in a foreign
If they don't let me in, I'ma kick in the door
Fah-fah-fah, hit 'em up with a four
3 a.m. in the car and we geekin'
Got a halo, but I'm in a Demon
Don't be a hero, 'cause like Sub-Zero
I push up on your block and I freeze it
Diamonds in my mouth, I always be cheesin'
Ballin' hard, goin' in for no reason
I gotta tell all my people that we gonna be okay, we takin' over the season
Anybody say they got a problem, hit 'em with the yopper
Pow, pow, put it on mama, I'm bringin' the drama
Bombin' lil' buddy like I was Osama
I'm Terminator, b*tch, I walk with a chopper
[Verse 2: ScarLip]
Yo, since Nike Cortez and capris, I been a big body
Scar here, this the last dance, ain't no TikTok-y
Real c*cky, when pus*y gets around, it gets Chris Rock-y
Took so many di*ks up in the ass, now that b*tch c*cky
Show no emotions, growin' up, we had to fight tears
Bloodshed, tears shed for anyone who might care
Can't stop, won't stop, the finish line is right there
Creep up in they dreams, pen game give 'em nightmares
I don't di*k ride, b*tch, I ride di*k
Mob sh*t, put face in some states like I'm John Wick
The Glock is a molester, touchin' n*ggas without consent
And my fist is a compressor, metal stone to leave an axe
Hawaiian flavor with these hoes, I don't punch that way
f*ckin' for bands and catchin' AIDS, I ain't cut that way
With your cheap ass
Should throw a bunch of donuts at your sweet ass
This the type to blow you off the globe and make you relapse
Me and Tim Duncan on your b*tches like a relapse
Tell 'em kiss the ass inside my hole in case they—
Youngins trappin' off the Android, claimin' that they fear one
Don't air one, n*gga, that's the same song that Sam sung
But now he missin', probably swimmin' with sh*t that I could do
I'm stoppin' you, even Kim know it's possible
I move weight, snatch plates like a smooth shake
Make toothaches when I move cake, then I vacate
With a di*k that I ride D on better than Celine
f*ck you mean? I'll turn a n*gga crispy for the cream
n*gga, just keep it a Fendi with me, just keep it a bean
Keep it P, I'm the first thing that John has ever seen, ah
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
I f*ck with Southside 'cause I know he got my back
I'm the richest young n*gga, doin' this sh*t without a plaque
Pushin' records out the studio, I treat it like my trap
Henri from BMF, ain't doin' sh*t without my strap
I'm a self-made millionaire, nobody put me on
I ain't tryna make no friends in this sh*t, n*gga, I'm grown
I ain't standin' in no n*gga entourage to do a song
Five jail calls a day, I don't like talkin' on the phone, n*gga
Neck froze, n*gga, all my b*tches cold, n*gga
All my hoes come with French tips and white toes, n*gga
This studio was made for me, my money long, n*gga
Hustle strong, I got money older than an old n*gga
Boss man from the D, man, low-key, this sh*t just in me
I'm leavin' the club, I'm tryna yoom, these b*tches tryna get in with me
n*gga, I'm a jaywalker, what that mean? A walkin' ticket
Any n*gga ever went against this sh*t, them n*ggas finished

[Verse 4: Cash Cobain]
Okay, Slizzy, all I rap about is f*ckin'
'Cause all my b*tches stay bussin'
Okay, walk inside the club with that sh*t tucked in
Okay, it cost about a dub for me to go clubbin'
Okay, fast bars, fast cars, that's my budget
Oh, and I'll still be on the block, b*tches love it
I am not tryna discuss it, it ain't 'bout the money, then f*ck it
Went OT just to cut it, all my b*tches be sl*tty
These n*ggas wanna be friends, I am not tryna be buddy
Top-five Slizzy or nothin', not my Slizzy, you buggin'
[Verse 5: Lay Bankz]
Yeah
Since I got my weight up, I been feelin' heavy
Nineteen, but I'm my own boss, so I'ma hold it steady
Never been the type to gloat or boast, but I could do the most
I'm the youngest turnt, no, I ain't older, but I'm over hoes
My music dope, they overdose
Givin' what's needed what b*tches don't do
I'm so conceited like what I don't do?
Made a few milli' just off of Pro Tools
I don't need makeup to post on socials
b*tches ain't seein' me, f*ck bifocals
Difference is, with me, I never been dependent
Never need a n*gga to do sh*t, these hoes be codependent
Hated when I said these men give me the ick, ain't understand it
But if I said it, then I f*ckin' meant it, huh, no corrections, huh
Steady burstin' bubbles and bruisin' egos, just bein' me, though
My body tea, though, and b*tch, it's Cheeto
Lotta sh*t you seen these b*tches doin', yeah, I started it
Party music? No, I ain't create it, I was part of it, the evolution
All this sh*t these hoes doin'? Yeah, I was first to do it
But I ain't trippin', stay original
Manifested everything I got, this moment biblical, I work for it
Huh, yeah
I said I manifested everything I got, this moment biblical, I work for it
Huh, yeah, big Bankz