Lyrics atlas – i rapped on my own contest beat

Hey, uh… I wrote a verse on my own contest beat. And I hope you like it. Alright

I’m rich, I ain’t even write a rap last week
Me and your bitch got a Snapchat streak
If you throw that shit, I’mma catch that heat

Y’all rap mad weak while I’m smashing foreigns
In the back of foreigns, yeah that shit’s a hobby
Wrist be shining, shout to Danny Torrance
I be looking gorgeous in the hotel lobby

All I really need’s a bottle of jack
And a tall boy to let me borrow his jacket
A hundred cuties, got ’em all on my mattress
They say I’m fantastic whenever I’m rapping

Yeah, you know I love the attention
And how all my enemies acting so friendly
Cut my hair and got my septum pierced
And it didn’t hurt, that’s the white girl in me

I’m just flexing on ’em for some fun
I don’t think I’m ever done, fuck these nitwits
Hottest underneath the sun
Street Fighter with the stun, Chun-Li spin kick

Y’all ain’t really even ’bout
Half the shit you talk about, fake ass rap stars
Y’all get left up in the dust
Y’all go left a fucking ton, wait, that’s Nascar

Got so much drive I be speeding
Fuck the reviews you be reading, end up in the deep end
My crew got heat when it’s freezing
So fuck everything you believe in

Yeah, a couple morons spewed some hate in my mentions

Thanks for watching