Can You Rap Like Me (Pt. 2)

P. Soul on the track

I love Trippie Redd

Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up

***** get no love and no luck, I don't f*ckin' 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*ckin' pole, bruh

I ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh

I rise with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh

And you know a motherf*cker pop a sealy, pop a pilly

Pop a n*gga head like Amoxicillin

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

I'm high saditty to these b*tches

B*tch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty

How you hot and sh*tty? Wait

'Cause sh*t hot, but you know your sh*t not

My sh*t make the whole city rock

And Diddy bop, I spit it off the *****-top

And if you don't like it, then f*ck n*gga, eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)

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

If I let her go, then I'll prolly f*ck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, b*tch)

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

A n*gga 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*gga

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*tch from the back, call it Palm's Angels

I bet when a n*gga hop up, b*tches, they'll be all angry

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

Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got ****, n*gga

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

I got where I am being exactly who I are, n*gga

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

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 sh*t was farfetched

Young n*gga, 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*gga but I been doin' it for so long they gotta praise the vet

For my n*ggas 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'