B.L.U.T.E. - Bar Sparring Freesstyle

I'm the coldest in the function, coldest in my city
People think they running all this shit, but they ain't standing with me
All these niggas playing like they GOATS, but they look more like Bambi
How y'all let a nigga with a limp run you niggas silly
I feel like I lowkey be Spartacus, harder than all of you thought of
And it really be obvious, my flow is like a compliment
Niggas let me feature and the track won't come out again
So I've just got one question nigga, who you battling
You niggas think you Master Chief, I've tested battle actually
Sending halos to any nigga that's coming after me
Exclusivity is not something that come through casually
But stepping up to me, your career become a casualty
I told all you bitches that I'm really gon' run it
I think money shows the truth, so I keep it a hundred
This merely bar sparring, all-starring, so jarring
Three-one-seven nigga is an alien, like Marv Martian
All you niggas bugging, I see that I got you stuck
If you feeling hoppy, hope y'all soon know how to duck
Bitch niggas just be prototypes, created out of luck
But a nigga's work of art, track gold with a touch
Niggas really cannot touch me, I be MC Hammer
The grammar harder than these verses that these niggas be chanting
If you a shorty, why the fuck you always rapping about your pussy tight
We get it, you a chick across the road, you a hoe tonight
I know you trying to rep the city, making appearances
But we sick of all you talking about is niggas in Paris
And I don't care about your mob fam, my homies rolling deep enough
I'm beating that lil' brat, doonies down, if she let me fuck
I'm telling all you niggas that it's really this easy
You have one job for all-star, and nigga, believe me
I could really keep it going if I wanted, you thinking that I can't
Well, let me prove a thing, boo
Like if Tony isn't proper, my Tony got a pop ya l
I keep the deer with me, it be Tony, Tony Chopper
I really thought you niggas finna go and put us on
But why some Gary niggas in a Naptown rap cypher, dawg
Uh, y'all got a answer for that shit
It's still easy, nigga
It's B-LU-T-E in
The Lab, nigga
Live from The Lab, bitch
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Who run it? That's me
Who run it? That's me
B-L-U-T-E, nigga

Written by:
Ashden Hayden, Eric Major, Samuel Gailey, Avery Dorant

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find