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willtharapper - watch out lyrics

[intro]
p-ssyham productions
why we up all night, bruh
it’s willtharapper n-gg-
skwa, skwa, look

[verse 1]
i told this b-tch to watch out
cause she in the way
her boy want a feature, but he gotta pay
he talkin’ all crazy
i’m like what he got to say
my heater be turnt, look
i put some heat in this phase, look
i’m just like watch out lil’ b-tch
watch out lil’ b-tch
he wanna talk tough
i’m like pop out lil’ b-tch
but when he pull up
i just pull my glock out lil’ b-tch
now he wanna run
i just let some shots out lil’ b-tch
look, i pop his -ss like some bubblegum
got a hundred drum i get a drummer some
my flow hard they say i get a summer sun
and your b-tch on my d-ck tryna be number one
how you hatin’ and your b-tch is my biggest fan
forty heat, i might give him the biggest tan
and your b-tch run me good like a ceiling fan
don’t cut verse with no middle or little man
if i talk i’m talkin’ to bosses
who just like me can’t afford any losses
n-gg-s be pumpin’ my aim be too perfect
and everything hit ‘em is so flawless
my new foreign b-tch she so
my new sh-t they crank more than ya’ll sh-t
that thiry clip yam is a yard stick
pull out the k and then match you a target, whoa
they got me f-cked up
where was you when i was f-cked up
now be popped up cause i locked up
and the same time, i’m not up up
i’m still f-cked up, still be in the streets
plus those rotten n-gg-s in the streets
they ain’t building beef, they ain’t feeling grief
but the feds still be thinking they’re in the sheets
that’s crazy
swear to god these rap n-gg-s be faking sh-t
and them same n-gg-s be hatin’ sh-t, look
swear to god i on’ the sanest sh-t
and everything i say, just know i mean this sh-t
look, it’s lil’ robbie n-gg-
i swear i’m ready to rob a n-gg-, look
never wanted to be a trap n-gg-, oh
tryna make a hundred mil’ n-gg-
i only make music for a real n-gg- say wow

[verse 2]
young n-gg- that they mad at
all the twitter talk they can have that
so i sneak diss i ain’t spares bandages
say jump, where that mask at
ex bro kev where the mac at
tye call my phone, where his -ss at
i’m like say you got something to grab that

[verse 3]
we just slid on that b-tch
we spotted that hoe
she like hey is that willtharapper
i’m like oh, watch out lil’ hoe
i say aye come get her bro
then i pull my glock really slow
then aim at his top really slow
then let bout the whole villy go

[outro]
bla, du du du pow pow
du du du pow pow
blrrrr, ha ha
it’s lil’ robbie n-gg-

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