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familliar - hat trick lyrics

[intro]
learn the name quick, ’cause famill spit some ill sh-t
rappers feel my presence when i step into the building
take a look at these prophesies, and see how i fulfill them
murder f-ckers so often that i don’t even feel it

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m finessing
i’m a j-panese businessman
eat p-ssy for breakfast
man i ain’t stressing
pockets are chubby
paypal is impressive
gon’ teach you a lesson
(aye)
professor of flexing
look at our current progression
and tell me i ain’t coming up next and
changing the game
flow so motherf-cking sick its giving my listeners stomach pains
f-cking your b-tch, now she got stomach pains
smokey the bear dammit i’m in a haze
i am the king, quote me more than james
move over dawg, i’m taking the reigns
i’m breaking the stage, hijacking the plane (yuh)
lock myself in the crib, been working for days
you tryna get funded, you dying for fame
i’m dying to stay, check my dynasty
i’m on the rise, i’m ready to slay
make twice of your pay
in a couple of days
a choice has been made
but my fault it ain’t
don’t make no mistake
show your face near me and you’ll catch the fade
hit you but not how i hit my babes
(yuh… yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 2]
but i don’t f-ck with no basic b-tch
disloyal hoe or side chick
do karate like sidekick
batman and robin, you a sidekick (but)
y’all f-ckers can’t flow like this
when it’s common knowledge, yeah basic sh-t
you gotta feel the beat, like when the drum hits
and the snare traps, yeah dumb sh-t
three in a row that’s a hat trick
i’ll be pulling b-tches like rabbits
fam said he eat that -ss like he rabid
i make winning sh-t my habit

[verse 3]
rappers acting smart
like they got a higher iq
but all i gotta do is spit the truth
to prove i’m slyer than you
fire rising from the booth
that sh-t engulfing a plane, i’m flyer than you
smoking down by the wreckage, feet on the ground
but i’m still higher than you
naughty list but i’m still nicer than you
your fam making plans, i’m excited for you
but your music is trash, my ears hurt so bad
i mean really it’s worse than what tyson could do
crew looking hungry, i’m buying they food
you got a problem? come fight with me dude
i’m strapped up, with the acp
word to djt, ’cause i’m firing fools
locked and loaded, gonna shoot up a school
my team never rest, we got rid of the stools
running this track like a tire do
you’ve been tripping dawg, tie your shoes
take the string, and make a loop
do it tightly now, can’t be slightly loose
wrap it around and pull it through
congratulations you just tied a noose
oh f-ck, you played yourself
keys to success locked in the cell (what?)
(yeah) keys to success locked in the cell

- familliar lyrics

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