Hey, Kelly,
I bet you can’t rap to this beat while cutting your hair.
Who can’t, man?
You know I can.
I got props to it, though.
You got? I’m using props, though.
Props? What props?
The fuck? Yeah,
I’m up next for sure.
I got famous for spinning on a mic like the hump to a girl.
I’m. These rappers dance,
so bring a broom. Little nigga
do your chores. I call your being Metro.
After I hit it, say she wants some more.
I met they had you like some clippers.
I’m a big dog. Call me cliffer.
I can’t hang with no Tia Kemp.
Your mouth too big. Feel like you’re snitching.
Just like alcohol at the barbershop.
My bars be stinking niggas.
And I don’t mean alcohol. When I tell you broad,
I want a liquor. Me and bro
like Morty and Rick might pull up on a spaceship.
Doctor told me to quarantine and wear a mask or flow sick
that I just started birth control
from the way I’m blowing up quick.
And people think I don’t use tissue,
dog. Cause I don’t take no shit, nigga.