You’reNotTheShit Pt. 3

[LXXIV]
You not the shit
Thought we been through this
Better get prayin' like you is a Buddhist
Choppa so long
I'm walking stupid
Your girl give me brain but I'm not a student
What's on yo back?
Bitch it's the toolie
When I get sparkin' this shit like a movie
What's on your neck?
I think it's a ruby
Fuck with the set and you will catch this uzi

I ain't got time to [?] these bitches
I've been sitting back and getting all these riches
If you rocking with the broke boys you can come and get this
You been toting glicks but ain't do shit with us
So don't be surprised when you wind up missin'
Think you never slip but I caught yo ass slippin'
Claim you love the heat but you stood up out the kitchen
Pussy you ain't making big moves you ain't competition

What is your body count, pussy, you lackin'
My homies bad and they boutta start clapping
Give him an Oscar he's so good at acting
Pushing that work now I guess I am trapping
Me and RVMAN did a lot in a year
You really out here slacking
Keep on talking but I'll cover my ears
'Cause I know that you really capping
Me and the gangers are pioneers
Better wake the fuck up and quit napping
Switched my style had to switch them gears
Now I'm getting that money and stacking

[Kashimotu]
Aye
You not the shit, nigga
This the third fucking time I thought you would pick up quicker
Claim you got shooters with you
If you talk on LX better hope that this clip miss you
He screaming out polo
Choppa gon' mark on his chest and it rip out his torso
[Only one that boy is] dolo
When I'm looking through this lens I ain't takin' a photo
Incognito you can't find our position
Posted up I'm finna shoot from a distance
RVMAN working so it's fuck all these bitches
You [hold the] work I'll leave your ass in the trenches
[Cover magazine] to catch me a body
[?] just to catch niggas lacking
Back up off me I don't fuck with you shawty
I grip the shotty and put holes in his jacket

[LXXIV]
Keep me 'n' my homies out your fucking mouth or I swear to God he up next in my reticle
[?] where yo momma stay and fuck up the schedule
Talking shit but you fake flex on the gram man that shit is so pitiful
Man a pussy always seeking attention with no skill that shit is so typical
Shit rapper and you still out here dissing
Sending shots then I ain't ever missing
Name my pistol after faggots I popped
Looks like I'm naming 'em Christian
Two Glocks and they fucking identical
Hollows loaded I think they gon' sickle you
Pop out there's a hit on yo head with a present equipped keep the noise to a minimum
Gonna make him vanish knock him off of the gram when you look him up it's like he wasn't a citizen
Rowdy bunch of mothafuckin' kids and when you give us a grip we gon' pop without discipline
I keep the heat in my lap and when you get close it's gonna give you [?]
If you think about testing you'd best have a plan 'cause LX will go from a 1 to a 10
I'm different now not the same as then
If you test my patience get hanged like man
Only wear Huf I don't fuck with Vans
If you [?] send some shots at the stands
Free all my homies free all the felons
Pop out with 30 clips shoot like I'm Stephen
How you gon' kill me you ain't got a weapon
I [grip the mac] and squeeze like eleven