a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rxknephew - 1-800-put-em-in-the-dirt lyrics

[verse]
got a opportunity, can’t blow it
she like “you rollin’?”, girl you know it
back to back, four in the mornin’
phone ringing, who the f+ck that calling?
got a l!ck, girl i’ll be back
turn around with the dip in the bag
auntie keep callin’, i know she need me
money racks same color zucchini
patrick swayze, danny phantom, houdini
bet i had amiris on when she seen me
slow down babygirl, i ain’t kinky
step in that b+tch like post malone
do what you want girl, you grown
juicemane, ay, two cellphones
feel like i’m on bouldercrest road
feel like i’m in zone six with six zones
feel like gucci mane with them big ass clothes
auntie like “neph, bring your black ass home”
she like “don’t make mе walk to where you at”
auntie’ll book a flight for this crack
unc’ll walk from mississippi for this pack
sh+t, i’ll walk to cali for a bag
thеy callin like “neph, bring percs from cali”
they want me like fetty wap going out sad
i walk through tsa, bunch of swag
top shelf za, my face on my bag
guess what? my b+tch bad
put the glock down and beat yo ass
take my hat off and beat yo ass
take my frames off and beat yo ass
jump out the audi, beat yo ass
i don’t need a beam to beat yo ass
pacquiao, de la hoya, (?)
b+tterbean frasier when i’m in the trap
i stop what i’m doing and beat yo ass
stop f+cking my b+tch, get up, beat yo ass
put my backwood out and beat yo ass
you fat, out of breath, i’ll beat yo ass
they ain’t got no more liquor, i might spaz
ain’t no might, imma beat they ass
opps run around smelling like (?)
boy that’s not za, that’s shake in that bag
pick up a broom, go rake the grass
you shovelin’ snow, tryna make some cash
all of my opps doing bad
gyuh!
boy you ain’t got no data, who you tryna argue with?
you lyin’ like a f+ck, who called you in?
you paranoid, nervous, who started him?
you ain’t callin’ n0body, you ain’t go no plugs
none of this sh+t gettin’ swept under the rug
my b+tch short, i can pick her up
stop, tell you fl!ck both of us up
sn+tch an opp out his rental car
when i’m in cali ain’t no rental car
stop tagging me in sh+t, you p+ssing me off
you look dumb as sh+t boy, knock it off
n+gga got dreads tryna look like neph
yo baby momma look more like meth
boy, yo b+tch look like l money
boy, yo b+tch got a mustache like pat
b+tch need to go shave her back
you and yo b+tch a gorilla silverback
n+gga run around, him and his b+tch fat
yo engine light on and (?) starting to crack
they like “how he did that, how he get it back?”
ask for another eighth, it’s a hundred for that
that tough talk, you don’t wanna do that
they city girls on the verge of smoking crack
step in that b+tch like “neph don’t do it!”
amiri, moncler, ion care for it, i’ll boom him
broad day on camera, i’ll do it
three sixty ways to be on the ground
all y’all look like homie the clown
broke as sh+t rapping ’bout hundred rounds
at home rapping ’bout how you out of town
you in apartment rapping ’bout a house
opps doing shows, n0body coming out
shoot the back, make y’all run out the front
that’s a archive post, n+gga that’s a stunt
i could tell you was skinnier back then
back then, when you had that money back then
well guess what? it’s now, not back then
ion even believe it was yours back then
go ahead with that archive post
go ahead with them old ass stories
don’t wanna hear about the car you used to drive
way yo shoes look, i know that’s a lie
take them black forces off in my audi
my audi say no black forces in it
n+gga wearin’ all black for a image
but forces and (?)
pathological liar, you never did it
n+ggas play 2k and watch tennis
they the ones cookin’ on thanksgiving
el chapo what, you big momma in the kitchen
pablo escobar what, you juwanna mann
n+ggas run around like they like mike
think they can run faster in a pair of nikes
them not 13s, them team flights
uh!
n+gga runnin round, metal on his neck
boy i know the back of yo neck black
back of yo neck ain’t supposed to look like that
you gon’ need a dermatologist for that
barbershop can’t even taper on that
n+gga lightskin but his neck black
n+gga move zesty, blame it on his complexion
little ass bottle, got kicked out the section
n+gga taking shots, swear he drunk
n+ggas running round look like unc’
hit the blunt, act like they turnt up
did a half a bean, think he sellin’ drugs
n+ggas sold three xans, think he the plug
that wasn’t him, it was the drugs
i’m on henny on the bean booted up
he fallin’ asleep on other drugs
n+gga runnin ’round like he shootin’ up percs
overalls on with a man purse
archive post like eight years ago
you was broke now, and broke eight years ago
i seen you with them jeans eight years ago
n+gga shoulda quit rapping eight years ago
worst thing a broke boy could do, quit his job
he ain’t punching n0body, not even the clock
he ain’t robbing n0body but his mom
he ain’t lining n0body but his b+tch
his b+tch don’t even believe that sh+t
she (?) gram liking our fl!cks
n+gga on my gram tryna f+ck my fans
she like “unfollow him, he ain’t got no bands”
unfollow who? i already did
i’m the caboose b+tch, i don’t follow sh+t
they cuffin’ b+tches who swallow d+ck
they b+tch cuffed them, and that’s a lot of d+ck
they pillow talking with d+ck in they mouth
it’s just y’all, why neph in yo mouth?
go pick up a broom, clean the house
‘fore your baby momma kick you f+ck out
‘fore your grandma kick you the f+ck out
all my opps getting kicked the f+ck out
i kick a b+tch out they own crib
i let auntie move in
n+gga broke as sh+t and need help
spent his last on a eighth and a belt
n+gga paying for instagram sponsorship
n+gga paying for rap alerts
n+ggas paying for google ads
n+ggas paying for slots
n+ggas paying for coast to coast
they still paying for showcase talk
opps paying for soundcloud reposts
ion even got a soundcloud
but i’ll a charge a n+gga for a soundcloud repost
they like “neph, do you still got dope?”
you sound like adam22 and vlad tv
[outro: spoken word]
i turn into twisted metal and mad tv
opps sit down, watch mad tv
i get mad at the f+ckin’ tv
everything is fake on the f+ckin’ tv
seen a movie, they was talkin’ ’bout me
love after lockup, that was me
90 days fiance, that’s not me
thousand pound sister crack bags, that’s me
b+tch broke as sh+t watching tlc
watch it, next year i’m on mtv
the whole xxl freshman is clones
industry plants take your ass on
why a boogie did a song with b love?
i f+ck with b love but not a boogie
somehow a boogie f+cked it up
singing on a drill, you sound dumb as f+ck
didn’t a boogie make milly rock?
ion even know if he made milly rock, i think his name was 2 milly
but a boogie look like… 2 milly milly rock
rest in peace pop smoke
he’d a turned over in his grave if he heard that
he woulda heard a boogie get on that track, he woulda sh+powed him
the beat dead like all my opps
imma keep going unlike all my opps
they calling back to back like all my thots
watching my story like a big thot
every verse they got flopped
they’ll probably suck d+ck for ten thousand views
sell they soul for five pair of shoes
i got advice, d+ck riding ain’t cool
i would never rap like you
rapping ’bout some sh+t you ain’t got
picking up a broom, talking ’bout you picking up glocks
you broke as sh+t and can’t fight
you been broke now and all your life
how i’m supposed to believe you have money?
how every time i see you, you need money?
why you took that fl!ck with 1300?
why you flexin’ yo b+tch tax money?
you know she regret giving you that money
you gon’ f+ck the pack up, the whole hood know it
hold on, i’m tryna catch the beat but it’s off
they broke praying to god
jesus christ can’t help your broke problems
gossiping not gon’ help your hoe problems
d+ck in yo throat not gon’ help your throat problems
y’all complaining for nothing, y’all ain’t know problems
landlord kick you out and you ain’t go ’bout it
yo homie dead, you ain’t go ’bout it
f+ck you make me think you gon’ go ’bout me
i shoulda seen you ain’t caught no bodies
uh!

- rxknephew lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS