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lil’ rap - he's who? (outro) lyrics

[refrain]
ooh, i came in when i wrecked this b+tch
1 phone but i’m still gonna flex that sh+t
cl!cked with my clique when i fixed the masses
whippin’ asses
who’s really mad, kid

[hook]
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
hey, i know that!
[verse 1]
who’s that?
lil rap
hey, i know him
i’m like his number one fan
f+ck it, guess i really am a stan
switchin’ up the rhythm like i’m switchin’ up the b+tches
you know the old phrase, snitches get stitches
but in my world snitches get shot, hittas will drop
brothas will rot, die in a box
riches will not fix it
i’m allite like i defeated liston
so if you still ain’t a fan of my music, listеn

[hook]
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
hеy, i know that!

[verse 2]
if you know that, must not know rap
i’m the worst rapper to ever exist (desiigner)
you as soft as a panda
i ain’t really got no manners
excuse my grammar
i was raised in tn, freezin’, next day, amazin’
face it, your state basic
now i got you ragin’
why you mad?
you should be glad that i didn’t k!ll your dad
it ain’t sad that people go
[hook]
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
he’s who? (lil rap, lil rap)
hey, i know that!

[refrain]
ooh, i came in when i wrecked this b+tch
1 phone but i’m still gonna flex that sh+t
cl!cked with my clique when i fixed the masses
whippin’ asses
who’s really mad, kid
who’s really mad, kid
who’s really mad, kid
who’s really mad, kid

[verse 3]
who you think that boy is
imma k!ll that b+tch on cameras
then, blaam him
d+mn kid pickin’ out a mansion
so many choices, like siri using voices
of course it’s, pointless, kinda like tryna convince em’ to give you a verse on his+
song, i’ll leave you in a ditch, no ding+dong
leave them ragin’ like king kong
imma come in and bomb the rap game like kim jong
freeze your b+lls off, like erb’s adolf
shoutout to dwayne, boy, your gon’ take your face off
wraith, bought
chains, brought
game, on
little bitty boy doin’ it a bit different
b+tch, i’m half a misfit
i’ll eat you for breakfast and lunch, like a chip and a biscuit
when me and my b+tch lock the door it get hotter than hades
i pull up to the crib with 10 fords or 80 mercedes
i do it all for my baby
one of the best in the world but never grammy nominated
you c+nts can just cancel punts for sayin’ that they just f+ckin’ smoked a blunt, but you go outside and scream the n+word
they rap and slap an addict and dance with a t+rd
they try and flirt, but just look awkward
you had a chance like the rapper but you can’t get it like b+tches gettin’ drunk so they get hit with this
you lookin’ short and stubby and your face looks kind of funny, i think i’ll call you a skit
i’ll make a sl+t slump over and f+ck her from the front
been workin’ like a dog on this project for months
she got goosebumps, lookin’ like a witch, i put her clothes in a trench
i look at people and the other person will flinch
who you think it is when i pull up with a stick, donatello
you rappers are my sons, like a star that’s yellow
[refrain]
ooh, i came in when i wrecked this b+tch
1 phone but i’m still gonna flex that sh+t
cl!cked with my clique when i fixed the masses
whippin’ asses
who’s really mad, kid

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