Beast Mode 2

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TrDee - Rap, Midwest Rap

Beast Mode 2

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[Verse 1] Dawg keep tryna rap on samples, he ain't one of us I'm the same nigga [?] a hundred plus Told the lil bitch to give me doam, I don't wanna fuck Starting to think success come with blue, 'cause we got them stuffed Like damn, I thought [?] 2020 Got it out the mud, now I'm a warrior like [?] Shine like the sun, can't forget about back when my days was gloomy Why you only hard around some niggas? Don't you think that's fruity? [?] with the [?] [?] song I ever made Know a couple killers that'll put your killer in the grave You can get a bag if you play a role and just behave Whole team winning, [?] can't be fucked with Used to post [?] cuffed it Always treat them like the number two, I don't trust shit You ain't a scammer if you never even punched shit [?] balling, what you know 'bout going store to store? This exotic pop, type that make you want to pour a four And you know it's up, I sware to God it's on the floor [?] used to talk down on us, don't call me Bro You balling now, if you listen, you can hear the checks [?] was made in France [?] best impression, 'cause you might not get another chance [?] I really dance [?] like a [?] [?] 'cause I hate y'all My brother ain't gon' get his ass beat, I ain't Jake Paul You better not be late to the play, we finna take off [?] Now she wanna fuck, she spin me like a fidget You already know I went dumb whenwhen I hit it Stubbed her toe, [?] knock me off my [?] Slimed on the [?], threw some money, told her get it Let me know it's smoke, like a fire, bitch, I'm with it That's his uncle, watch, I can tell he come fitted Tried to tell him back then, I guess it wasn't vivid How you a killer? Back then, you was timid In my own lane, I I don't listen to a critic [?] this bitch a groupie, she don't even know a lyric They chear when you winning, when you losing, you don't hear it Hellen Keller to the feds, I ain't seen or heard shit Thought I seen an opp, like I forgot, I turned around quick [?] never trip over hoes, I don't [?] shit King of the samples, we just waiting on our crown, bitch [Verse 2] Nothing like the rest, boo, I'm the one you won't forget about Shining like the sun, I know they sick, they gotta see these [?] [?] tell her no when I'ma make her [?] It ain't shit to have them niggas at your crib, steaking out Have them treat you like some trash, tell them take you out Bitch, I call him [?] 'cause he gon' make it count Yes, I want some face, but I don't wanna hear your mouth And you better not say you only do it if I eat you out That's the quickest way to make me mad and have me skate on you TRDee, I'm known to stay with paper like a staple do I don't trust these bitches, they all fake, and they gon' flake on you Really like a baker with some cake, but I can't cake with you Stood ten toes, when my back was against the roaps Bitch, the only thing I fear is going broke Why you saying RIP, and you ain't even up the scope? Tryna ride our wave, we gon' fuck around and take your boe Kick her out the whip, if she don't suck no dick, that's [?] Wake up in the morning, and I tell myself I'm proud of you That don't mean [?] ride or die, just 'cause they wanna ride with you Have my nigga pull up, and he shoot you just like [?] would do If she set the play, I'm on her ass just like some Daisy Dukes I can't blame you hoes, I really blame the one that's raising you If I was my opps, I can't even lie, I'd probably hate me too I was in the dark, I can't even lie, I'm glad I made it through Flip the switch and watch me turn the glocky to a [?] fourty I can tell you how I'm getting to it, but that's a long story Hit a bitch, act like I gotta go, like what's the time, shorty? Tell her lies and make her think that I'll be coming back shortly

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