{intro: abil}
Yeahhhhhhhhhh
{verse 1: abil}
I'm not another lil rapper chasing clout
Chasing pussy, women, power
I don't see what it's about
When i got money on my mind
There's murder creeping in
I'm not running outta time
There's way to many rappers and the talents hard to find
This ain't me dissing mumble rap
Cause i listen to the waynes, lil pump and lil xans
I just listen to the vibe
Cause to copy's not my plan
Yeah i got my own style
I'm the motherfu*king man
So don't hate me if you fail and try to copy my wave
Cause my flow is way to kinky like a girl without her braids
Only gs that rap like this
Don't even know what's a grave
So my style will never die
And it's only the brave that i respect yeah
Like my blazey homie crazy
Spitting hard metal gates
Only bar heavy ni**a that i know
Who could eat right off your plate
It's your fate, if you stepping on the stage
{hook: abil}
I'm not another lil rapper chasing clout chasing
Cha, cha ,cha
Rapping chasing clout chasing
Rapping chasing clout chasing
Rapping chasing clout chasing
I'm not another lil rapper chasing clout chasing
Rapping chasing clout chasing
{verse 2: abil}
Yo i left now i'm back
How you feeling?
b*tch i'm hungry on the track
Came to eat the competition
So who wanna be a snack?
Nah screw it
Yo i'm looking for a meal
The whole dinner table starving
I don't care how you feel
You'll just pay for damage
I'm not splitting the bill
I don't have no fu*king patience
I can't even stand still
Call me pop smoke b*tch
When i hit you with this drill
I got nina, mack and tommy
When i hit you with this steal
This that old abil flow
The one that's filled with so much anger
I don't even fu*king know
Who i'm mad at
Hit you all with thriller
Cause you fu*king know i'm bad yeah
I'm a smooth criminal
Call me michael
b*tch i have no fu*king rival
But the moment i get angry then i'll grab the fu*king rifle
Then we all die
ni**as wanna test me till i let the fu*king chrome fly
I won't lie, even kill myself
When i told you that we all die
You wanna know how i got these scars
(how)
b*tch i tired to kill myself
When i drove into that fu*king car
Those lights were like a fu*king star, so far away
I wanted to get close and even see the holy ghost
Maybe satan if he real
They say i'm tryna do the most (nah)
They say i'm crazy cause i got a few thoughts way to dark
Cause i wanna kill my ex and leave her body by the park
(abil)
{hook: abil}
I'm not another lil rapper chasing clout chasing
Cha, cha ,cha
Rapping chasing clout chasing
Rapping chasing clout chasing
Rapping chasing clout chasing
I'm not another lil rapper chasing clout chasing