When Your Homie Raps Better Than You

[Verse 1: Wack Rapper]
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up (turn up!)
I be with my momma, daddy, auntie, doggie, turn up (ow!)
All I know is turn up (turn up!)
All I drink is turn up (turn up!)
All I eat is turn up (cheah!)
Turn up, turn up, turn up (turn up!)
Turn up fish, turn up soda, turn up for the winter (freeze)
Turn up weather, got a feeling like it's summer in December (brr)
Turn up with my snow (snow)
Turn up Christmas trees (lights)
Turn up holidays (days)
Turn up, turn up, three!

[Interlude: Wack Rapper & Audio Engineer]
Alright, that's it, my homie 'bout to hop on the track
Thank god

[Verse 2: Homie]
Feeling like summer in December 'cause it's chill
Strolling through the city with my top on ill
25 curve pinky ring gripping on the wheel
Bad bitch and I got a silhouette on the grill
You be tryna start a GoFundMe when your rent due
I be getting 25 racks per venue
Never met a bank vault I couldn't get into
I'm just tryna get more mills than the menu
Still hit the block if a nigga really have to
But I'd rather touch down like a running back do
I ain't saying I'm the richest nigga in the world
But my bank account is the speed of light in a vacuum
I got a big ego like I won the lotto
Shawty 'bout to deepthroat, looking like a model
I be on a speedboat, I don't need no goggles
I be getting C notes, but not the one on bottles
Ya dig?

[Outro: Wack Rapper & Audio Engineer (Homie)]
Damn, that shit was cold!
Hey, delete his verse
What? Nigga, whatchu talking 'bout, that dope was vicious
Nah, he can't fuck me up, that junk gotta go
Nigga, you hating like shit, he was better than your loud retarded ass
I don't think it really fits the creative lane of the song though
What you know about creativity? You said the same thing like 100 times!

(What are y'all talking about over there?)
Nothing bruh, that was straight, go ahead and do your ad-libs, you good!

Yeah, go ahead and erase that shit, because that shit was horrible!