Im back

Im back in the trap and im back on your case

Your raps not real get the fuck out my face

My raps are the illest thats what you will taste

U ugly af pow pow in yo face

 

Ugh (x7)

I'm so sweet and delicious

All you bitches wash the dishes

And im so fucking nutritious

Chasing dreams you chasing wishes

(x8)

T.Y.N in the building

You making hundreds im making millions

Body bagging all these niggas and they raps are for my killing

Beat yo bitch ass then I ask you how u fucking feeling

But you couldn't get a fan if it was hanging from the ceiling

 

 

I'm so Fucking real

Now yo nigga wanna chill

Either he high up off this pussy or he high up of a peel

Im so trill and to be real

Ya nigga never wanted you

he say he need somebody real

 

Im the hunter you the kill