Still Not True

[Intro]
Chubbz, what you cappin' about now?

[Verse 1: Chubbz]
They know I'm a star, bitch, I might be from Dallas
Watch yourself if you step into my palace
Appear in a mask as if my name was Alice
Got this shit jumpin', they feet gon' have callus
Tem certeza você que chegar perto?
Eu acho louco, eu não acho certo
Falar de mim tá brincando, "cê serve pra nada"
Cada não tem outro mais lerdo
He gon' get dunked like a bacta tank
Você não tem coragem, run back in, thanks
He think that he the king? Better back up, Hank
Ellie tá se achando but lacks in rank
Foge, corre logo como quem rouba
Que cara pobre, nem tem soda
Quem é você ficar sem moda
Meu time na Boa, seu tem Cobra

[Verse 2: Drip$tick]
I don't know what he said, but I bet that it's tough
'Cause my squad only pressure, we not lettin' up
Hell is they bumping? It's Drip like they all fitted up
All that talkin' is cap, boy, I'm callin' his bluff
Why is he talkin' 'bout smoke when he's coughing it up?
You been locked from that door, I'm unlockin' it, bruh
I caught him bumpin' my shit, and not noddin' enough
I'ma crack at his noggin', turn novice to mush
Me and my squad walkin' up
You been livin' a lie, we could not chop it up
That boy a baby like that hippopotamus, bruh
Look at my pockets, they look a bit bottomless, bruh
They say that it's true that you live through the music
He's just like his songs, he's not so tough
I been ballin' with opens, I lob those up
That boy a bum, that's the reason he's got no love

[Verse 3: Politicess & Ham Sandwich]
Poli' in that, they done witnessed the GOAT of the scene
He the goal of the weak, he done golden achieved
Crew in blue, dude ain't border no team of the week
Gang on Fifa shit, covered with GOATs on the screen
You ain't cut it, ain't doin' enough
Man, fuck 9 to 5 livin', they loopin' it up
While I stick in the mud, makin' money
My music movin', pen improvin', they ain't do it like us
Just look at the LOOP, we got so many kids
Can't hang wit' the gang, so they copy the clique
Hurt they feelings, now they tryna get big
Listen, creatine needed for carryin' Drip
Fuck it, ain't tryna hear it
Too busy jettin' in blue, writing lyrics
Carry-on, I make sure ain't no carrys on (Yeah)
I turn a dude to a traveling spirit

[Verse 4: Ham Sandwich]
Yeah, Baryon, he gets spirited away with no carry on
My verses train Eevees to Flareons
VV diamonds hittin' harder than Barry Bonds
Put that boy in the hole like a prairie dog
He 'boutta be very gone
We gon' camp him, it don't matter where he spawn
Got the draco extendo, it's very long
Bigger titties than Irene Belserion, damn
Fuck with my niggas, and they die
Hand-drawn weapons, I shoot 'em like AI
Gentlemen, I kiss her hand and ask, "May I?"
Five star, she finna say I'm a great guy
Drippin' too hard, I got water 'bout nay-high
Enderman, I take his block to the wayside
Came up from nothin', I'm still on the same side
Nigga said I wouldn't make it, they lied

[Verse 5: Chubbz]
He 'boutta die, so get ready to say bye
Shark in the water, I feel like a great white
Check out my crib, how it sits on the lakeside
Call me a nice guy, I pull up like, "Hey, hi"
Fuck what they say and they talk, it is not true
Give me six seconds to fear me, I'll rock two
Two to his mind, now he flyin' like Xatu
I'm on my Klefki, I got shit on lock, dude