XXL - XXL Freshmen 2024 Cypher - Part 2

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Ho, stop callin' me the number-one Latino rapper, bitch
Because I'm shittin' on the Blacks and whites, it's not just Mexicans
"OT, you made the XXL list?" I'm screamin', "Fuck that shit"
You can catch me sippin' on some medicine where Texas is
Come to Texas, you'll see shit you never seen, like, what is swangin', bitch?
I'm in this slab inside the country, slow, loud, and I'm bangin'
I'm from Be Careful Tejas, we drag nuts and leave 'em hangin'
I'm pimpin' hoes and slangin' bowls, lil' bitch, better have my payment
Player made, I just came, and your bitches came with me
Grave digger, I'm a wig splitter, keep that thang with me
Blue gun, clip look like a C, it's gang bangin' with me
Call your bitch, tell her come over, she gon' choo-choo train with me
Got a homie lookin' like the children of [?]
We gon' hit a drive-by, we gon' slide in a foreign
If they don't let me in, I'ma kick in the door
Fah-fah-fah, hit 'em up with four
3 a.m. in the car and we geekin'
Got a halo, but I'm in a Demon
Don't be a hero, 'cause like Sub-Zero, I push up on your block and I freeze it
Diamonds in my mouth, I always be cheesin'
Ballin' hard, goin' in for no reason
I got to tell all my people that we gonna be okay, we takin' over the season
Anybody say they got a problem, hit 'em with the apple
Pow pow, put it on mama, I'm bringing' the drama
Bombin' little buddy like I was Osama
I'm Terminator, bitch, I walk with' a chopper
[Verse 2: ScarLip]
Yo, since Nike Cortez and capris, I been a big body
Scar here, this the last dance, ain't no TikTok-y
Real cocky, when pussy gets around, it gets Chris Rock-y
Took so many dicks up in the ass, now that bitch cocky
Show no emotions, growin' up we had to fight tears
Bloodshed, tears shed for anyone who might care
Can't stop, won't stop, the finish line is right there
Creep up in they dreams, pen game, give 'em nightmares
I don't dick ride, bitch, I ride dick
Mob shit, [?], like I'm John Wick
The Glock is a molester, touchin' niggas without consent
And my fist is a compressor, metal stone to leave an axe how I ain't
Flavor with these hoes, I ain't punch that way
Fuckin' for bands and catchin' AIDS, I ain't cut that way
With your cheap ass, should throw a bunch of donors at your sweet ass
This the type to blow you off the globe and make you relapse
Me and Tim Duncan on you bitches like a relapse
Tell 'em kiss the ass inside my hole in case they—
Youngins trappin' off the Android, claimin' that they fair one
Don't air one, nigga, that's the same song that Sam sung
But now he missin', probably swimmin' with shit that I could do
I'm stoppin' you, even Kim know what's possible
I move weight, snatch plates like a smooth shake
McToothaches, when I move cake, then I vacate
With a dick that I ride D on, better than Celine
Fuck you mean? I'll turn a nigga crispy for the cream
Nigga, just keep it a Fendi with me, just keep it a B
Keep it P, I'm the first thing that John has ever seen
Hah
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
I fuck with Southside 'cause I know he got my back
I'm the richest young nigga, doin' this shit without a plaque
Pushin' records out the studio, I treat it like my trap
Harry from BMF, ain't doin' shit without my strap
I'm a self-made millionaire, nobody put me on
I ain't tryna make no friends in this shit, nigga, I'm grown
I ain't standin' in no nigga entourage to do a song
Five jail calls a day, I don't like talkin' on the phone, nigga
Neck froze, nigga, all my bitches cold, nigga
All my hoes come with French tips and white toes, nigga
This studio was made for me, my money long, nigga
Hustle strong, I got money older than an old nigga
Bossman from the D, man, low-key, this shit just ain't me
I'm leavin' the club, I'm tryna Euro and these bitches tryna get in with me
Nigga, I'm a jaywalker, what that mean? A walkin' ticket
Any nigga ever wanna guess this shit, them niggas finished

[Verse 4: Cash Cobain]
Okay, Stizzy, all I rap about is fuckin'
'Cause all my bitches stay bussin'
Okay, walk inside the club with that shit tucked in
Okay, and cost about a dub for me to go clubbin'
Okay, fast bars, fast cars, at my budget
Oh, and I'll still be on the block, them bitches love it
I am not tryna discuss it, ain't about the money, then fuck it
Went OT just to cut it, all my bitches be slutty
These niggas wanna be friends, I am not tryna be buddy
Top-five Stizzy or nothin', not my Stizzy, you buggin'
[Verse 5: Lay Bankz]
Yeah
Since I got my weight up, I been feelin' heavy
Nineteen, been on my own boss, so I'ma hold it steady
Never been the type to gloat or boast, but I could do the most
I'm the youngest turnt, no, I ain't older, but I'm over hoes, my music dope, they overdose
Give 'em what's needed, what bitches don't do
I'm so conceded, like, what I don't do?
Made a few milli' just off of Pro Tools
I don't even make up the posts on socials
Bitches ain't seein' me, fuck bifocals
Difference is, with me, I never been dependent
Never need a nigga to do shit, these hoes be codependent
Hate it when I said, "These men give me the ick," ain't understand it
But if I said it, then I fuckin' meant it, hah
No corrections, huh
Steady versed in bubbles and bruisin' egos
Just bein' me, though, my body tea, though, and bitches cheat, ho
A lot of shit you seen these bitches doin', yeah, I started it
Party music? No, I ain't create it, I was part of it, the evolution
All this shit these hoes doin'? Yeah, I was first to do it
But I ain't trippin', stay original
Manifested everything I got, this moment biblical, I work for it
Huh, yeah
I said, "Manifested everything I got, this moment biblical, I work for it"
Huh, yeah, big Bankz

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