see when you say shit like "you killed every rap bitch in the building" A real lyrical bitch gotta get mad and go in on yo dumb ass like this okay.
I was on the motherfucking you tube had my Lil' nephew tryna find em' blues clues then i seen something about a new Lil rap bitch told em' hold tight i just had to click that shit then im like what my shit must got a virus this is not a rap bitch this is miley cyrus must be something wrong cause the speakers is playing shit but she on the second verse still not saying shit then im like oh my shit acting right its just this bitch simply ain't rapping right see i was laying low ya'll i was on my trap shit putting it off ill get back to the rap shit ima let em' simmer then hit em' with the fire but i ain't know the need was this motherfucking dyer i ain't know ya'll was listening to these faking ass birds and shit i ain't know they was making up words and shit but its cool we're loading up the black trucks we riding out first stop gonna be that slut fuck five starts tell em' keys is a galaxy the rap game's hungry tell em that im calories im sneezing at these bitches fake chickens is an allergy i don't get gifts niggas put me on a salary now who is gon' pop off go hard not soft i used your last mix tape to wipe my niece's snot off i am an infection how you gonna stop it im all up in your blood stream no antibiotics they like key's drop it im like naw pop shit swagger is galatic ima need a rocket if bitches wanna respond i think they shouldn't leave there brains more gelatinous then banana pudding but see i aint gonna talk about it cops gon draw some chalk about it these birds aint shit they just gonnna squak about it if you wanna try me you know where to find me i'' be in my den eatin bitches where the lions be i saw the come up bitch i never felt ya your a harajuku barbie then ima gonna melt ya shit sounds stupid who the fuck talks like that your not hard you'll get killed around these parts like that fuck tryna get shine off ya name ima motherfucking bully i aint worried about the fame but i dont see another rap bitch around the pickle you say you plastic perfect shit to shit on im speaking for the hood they say you wack im sorry ima grown ass woman what i need with a barbie when i did play with toys it was nines and glocs was no polly in my pocket i was them rocks and when them boys tried to play im like no you dumb i was chasing big shit they money was to young and if you think about popping i will smash you stop ya bars is in-existent like the gats you got and that shit sound faker then that ass you got im keys what good is that getting latches locked when you thought you killed every bitch in the spot keys was in the parking lot loading the gloc when you came out the door finished gluing your weave in keys ran up on that ass bitch you aint leaving haa like aha i just single handely like made more sense than she did in like all of her mixtapes hahaha thats some sad shit thats some thats some sad shit(x3) its keys bitches
