SONICGOESVAMP!!!

[Intro: brae liam, Tyler Smyth]
Y'all already know who it is, yeah (We won't)
It's brae liam, back at it again (Back down)
RO-B. Z., thank you for having me on this one (We won't)
Yeah

[Verse 1: brae liam]
I take it back to the top and then slide
All my brothers really rockin' inside
Hit a lick at the crib, we get high
Do my shit, you ain't fuck with this guy
Bringing the party, I turn out the lights
Roll with my shawty, she stay by my side
Poppin' them bottles, I'm feeling alive
Getting them dollars, I'm feeling alive
When I step in, got the girls going crazy
I'm in the back of the club, getting lazy
No wonder why these bitches wanna date me
Puffing a cloud and my eyes going hazy
Sick of these bitches that think that they know me
Quit running your mouth, you're below me
I'm going too fast, you can't slow me
I got yo bitch in my bed and she blow me
Round after round, and I'm putting my life on the line
I get on top of these bih when I slide
Fuckin' around with a blunt 'til I'm high
When I hit the ground, know these bitches are fried
Ask how I am and I tell 'em, "I'm fine"
I hit a lick with my brodies inside
Know I'm a god, no, I ain't finna die
Me and my brothers, we living the life
Poppin' another bottle of Patron
Never feel sick, I'm never going home
Suck on my dick and then leave me alone
I don't need shit, you can get off my phone
I'm bout to switch it up just a lil' bit, because
All of these fuckers say I stay the same, see
None of you bitches can know what I'm dishin'
It's higher or lower when I'm going crazy

[Hook: brae liam, Tyler Smyth]
Yeah, yeah (We won't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (-down)
Yeah, yeah (We won't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kid Rohan]
(Hooo!) I need a whole lotta cash
(Hooo!) I need a whole lotta bags
I'm never poppin' no tags
Taking that shot like an iPhone snap
Freestyle, but I still write those raps (Um)
I'm a simp to the mic, I got attached (Um)
Okay, I'm speaking proper now
Way too loud, I'm finna calm her down
I was talking money like I got amounts
You be aging too much, you a fossil now
Wrinkle too much, hope you got an iron
Gotta bomb like Oppenheimer
I could pick a couple peppers, Peter Piper
Quit acting like I rap like I'm not on fire
Diss Kanye, I'm not on the wire
I'm the shit you talking 'bout
Your last song, I walked around
Your last album flopped now
The bottom choice like drop-downs
I'm the one who pop now
Polo G, I pop out
My name been across town
Your name is crossed out on everything I got now
I could put it all down
How could I be homophobic? Shout out to the gays
She is your wife, but she came to me just off my gaze
You call yourself the "jack of all trades", but I'm number one, the ace
Next rapper who make a sound, I'mma kill his career, A Quiet Place

[Hook: brae liam, Tyler Smyth]
Yeah, yeah (We won't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Back down)
Yeah, yeah (We won't)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: RO-B. Z.]
Robbie the monster that hide in the shadow
No gun on my hip when I pop in your face
Rarity runner, blue streak coming after
Fire red in the green, been finding my flame
My presence a stunner, collecting these rings
My money feel just like the 2Pac estate
Your money stack under, do not touch my batter
Bitch, it is my birthday, run me the cake
Better cage your girl, she serving me kitty
I’m liable to make a bitch box blaze
But I’m picky with the heat, like tracks I make
Ain’t just good dick that be making her stay
Green Hill Zone, your shit too easy
I replicate, dominate to the end of the game
Dr. Eggman, ‘cause a machine prop your plays
You still can’t win, every sign got my face
And it’s fuck Lil Mabu’s shit, I don’t do no crip walking
I just sit in front of mics and leave careers crypt walking
Dropped a fat man on you fuckers, bitch, I am Crypt walking
Your girl fell in love with me, I gave her the big something
Flipped a Sonic track to a Carti beat
How the fuck does Rob even do it?
Jack of all trades playing strings like the devil
Fuck everyone saying to stick to producing
Yusuf Dikeç with this gun I squeeze
Even enhanced, you can’t harm with your bullets
‘Cause I am Mephiles to you silver metals
It would take a paradox to rid my influence
Wassup?