Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2 (feat. Chris King) (Explicit) - Trippie Redd/Chris King

Lyrics by：Michael Lamar White II/Chris King

Composed by：P.SOUL

P. Soul on the track

I love Trippie Redd

Trippie Redd：

Yeah big blunts I like to roast up

P***y get no love and no luck I don't f**kin' know ya

Chillin' with the gang I like to post up

Get up off the block if I don't know you

You dealin' with some soldiers that ride with the motherf**kin' pole bruh

I ride with the motherf**kin' pole bruh

I rise with the motherf**kin' pole bruh

And you know a motherf**ker pop a sealy pop a pilly

Pop a n***a head like Amoxicillin

I'm a villain really don't show no pity

I'm high saditty to these b***hes

B***h she hot and juicy I'm hot and gritty

How you hot and s**tty wait

'Cause s**t hot but you know your s**t not

My s**t make the whole city rock

And Diddy bop I spit it off the titty-top

And if you don't like it then f**k n***a eat a itty-bitty cock

Yeah

Eeny-meeny-miney-moe catch a thottie by her toe

If I let her go then I'll prolly f**k another ho

Snotty Nose Mafia b***h

Chris King：

I stack the paper like a binder she slimy she not a rider

A n***a got bars who's your service provider

Still searching for a lighter too many that sound just like us

We get rewarded for the likeness get too many plaques like gingivitis

Got the touch like King Midas I eat the beat I get the 'itis

Create-a-player I ball it's like I turned up all the sliders

Okay pop a sealy like amoxicillin

When I pop the trigger drop a n***a

Then he shook his body like a macarena

Mop a stranger he was starin' straight catchin' improper angles

God can't save you slap my b***h from the back call it Palm's Angels

I bet when a n***a hop up b***hes they'll be all angry

I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours n***a

Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got SARS n***a

I be in the background you can see that I'm a star n***a

I got where I am being exactly who I are n***a

You ain't protected at the garage out your car n***a

I'm the bomb just like a warhead go to war just like a jar-head

Give this dog a bone

And think I wasn't gon' catch it like that s**t was farfetched

Young n***a stayin' on point just like a bayonet

We rollin' top down bummin' on the main street then I sprayed the 'Vette

Just a young n***a but I been doin' it for so long

They gotta praise the vet

For my n***as on lockdown and the crimies that really plead the fifth

Pourin' lean inside the booth yeah I am multitasking make multi-millions

M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress you know what's brackin'