WEALTHMASTA - Fried
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{Intro}
Nah u must be outta your damn mind
U think you can fuck with us without facing consequences
Well I’m gonna knock that fantasy right outta you
{Verse}
I don’t care how highly you see yourself in your illusions
Thinking you can take on 25 rappers at once is pure delusion
You made an album dedicated to raping people in the tushie
You’re obsessed with sexual assault because you can’t get fair pussy
So you have to force innocent girls to get naked
You took the “P” out of rapping and drank it
Too stupid to recognize the situation you’re in
You boutta get stung by the X Factor like Steve Irwin
Half of your damn followers arе in the very group you’re attacking
GеnX’s verse on Rap Devil was the only reason we were clapping
Watch me crush Crispy2024 like a fucking potato chip
You’re toast pal, that’s why you buttered up and became a bitch
You boutta get fried, you can’t catch up with the X Factor
It’s a shame that any fame fell upon this joke of a rapper
You need to admit defeat and accept that we’re your masters
Fucking with us is a death sentence, now you’ll get shattered
I’ll run up on yo ass like Barry Allen if I catch you lacking
I’m like a fucking mailman with all these opps I’m packing
Because I got your address and now I’m delivering defeat
Yo inbox full of Ls, you should just give up and retreat
You tryna throw some shade but you can't block the shine
Never step into our zone again, homie you’re outta line
Saying you got bars, your rhymes don’t got no spine
You’re only famous cause of the beef, this is your fuckin prime
You ain’t on fire, but you definitely ain't frostin’ us
Homie you’re not a gangsta, you reached out and caught the crumbs
Thinking you think you cop the cheese, you don’t even got a clump
You need to drop the fees, cause you ain’t copped a lump
Quit flexin like a bitch, we know you’re just tossin junk
Dreaming of being loose, but I’m boutta lock you up
You think you got the speed, but you can’t jog or run
Acting like you top the trees, more like a rotten stump
{Intro}
Nah u must be outta your damn mind
U think you can fuck with us without facing consequences
Well I’m gonna knock that fantasy right outta you
{Verse}
I don’t care how highly you see yourself in your illusions
Thinking you can take on 25 rappers at once is pure delusion
You made an album dedicated to raping people in the tushie
You’re obsessed with sexual assault because you can’t get fair pussy
So you have to force innocent girls to get naked
You took the “P” out of rapping and drank it
Too stupid to recognize the situation you’re in
You boutta get stung by the X Factor like Steve Irwin
Half of your damn followers arе in the very group you’re attacking
GеnX’s verse on Rap Devil was the only reason we were clapping
Watch me crush Crispy2024 like a fucking potato chip
You’re toast pal, that’s why you buttered up and became a bitch
You boutta get fried, you can’t catch up with the X Factor
It’s a shame that any fame fell upon this joke of a rapper
You need to admit defeat and accept that we’re your masters
Fucking with us is a death sentence, now you’ll get shattered
I’ll run up on yo ass like Barry Allen if I catch you lacking
I’m like a fucking mailman with all these opps I’m packing
Because I got your address and now I’m delivering defeat
Yo inbox full of Ls, you should just give up and retreat
You tryna throw some shade but you can't block the shine
Never step into our zone again, homie you’re outta line
Saying you got bars, your rhymes don’t got no spine
You’re only famous cause of the beef, this is your fuckin prime
You ain’t on fire, but you definitely ain't frostin’ us
Homie you’re not a gangsta, you reached out and caught the crumbs
Thinking you think you cop the cheese, you don’t even got a clump
You need to drop the fees, cause you ain’t copped a lump
Quit flexin like a bitch, we know you’re just tossin junk
Dreaming of being loose, but I’m boutta lock you up
You think you got the speed, but you can’t jog or run
Acting like you top the trees, more like a rotten stump
