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discreet - willtharapper lyrics

i keep my sh*t off the net
i do sh*t in the streets but i like it discreet how i’m keeping it
stay off the radar so all these cars i main (?) they won’t even know who i’m beefing with
b*tch think i’m cheating this g30s and this mess is the only thing that i be creeping with
when i feel lonely i sleep with it
f*ck n*gga bet watch who you tweaking with
n*ggas keep saying this scale white as h*ll so i went and i got it the second i heard
people get paid on the first so n*gga my time of the month be the second and third
ain’t be this b*tch let me trap out her house but what can i say i’m impressive with words
dumbass popped out just to shoot in thе sky i guess his lil ass got pressure with birds
i ridе with them cutters so cut it out
i’m slow as a slug but believe ima slug it out
(?)
in south memphis got beef we gon sleep till his (?)
i used to sleep at my cousin house
now i be top floor penthouse thugging out
but i can’t leave the trenches cuz i gotta get my brothers out
they can hate but i’m coming therefore reverse while this drac full of 100
n*ggas be saying they acting but bluffing n*ggas be broke they be trapping for nothing
get out of line and i’m cracking his noggin
going thru sh*t but i’m cooling i’m thugging
them b*tches a f*ck up a bum with your mother
that p*ssy will f*ck up a bum with your brothers
n*ggas don’t know what to do when it’s static
sliming your brothers for thinking you savage
this money ain’t nothing you ran off his head
and you thinking you took it he letting you have it
(? )cuz this sh*t could get tricky
you in or you out cuz this sh*t could get risky
i’m raising my son tryna start me a business i’m busy
since they with a bl!ck tell them n*ggas get with me
i’m far from a b*tch think my lyrics be bap
he got hit with a switch and forgot how to rap
he got backed for his work then forgot how to trap
(?) in that house high as sh*t and forget where it’s at
i’m sober again where the drugs at
i’m beefing like sh*t where the love at
it was just me and my neen hugging the block but it ain’t ever hug back
we put sh*t on your man got him stoppin the whip
we put sh*t on your man got him dropping the sh*t
we put sh*t on your man ain’t no stopping this sh*t
we put sh*t on your man cuz he put sh*t on our man
it’s money out here you can’t get it out our hand
yall know i f*ck with the drank more than tarzan
if i can’t outrun em then i bet this car can
take they ass on a chase smacked the whip and got ghost
17 on this scat got it back im the goat
say she f*ck shooters this b*tch f*ckin drivers i swear she my bed and she don’t even know
what a stepper gon do when hes stepping to me
what a stepper gon do when i step on his feet better step right ooh get left in the street mix his ass with a g i done stepped on a p
mix the one with the two let it do what it do
i tell you what to do you gon move how you move
when you can talk like i talk up gon shoot how i shoot
i’m pretend that (?) i catch you in my groove
and then boys was too slow put some that pep in that b*tch
air jordan ones when i step on the bricks
tired of telling on blocks with that (?)
tired of smoking these opps what it deafen to me
and i ain’t gotta diss cuz they know what it is
i ain’t gotta say it they know what i did
tryna reach i might go for your hand and just crush me a rib
he talked to them boys and he still did a bid d*ckhead
i hope he get post up in jail if i walk with opps then it’s smoke in his cell so i prolly walked (?)
a lot of these n*ggas some wannabe g’s
a lot of these b*tches just wanna be seen
they gotta iron and don’t even shoot
b*tch tryna hook up she know she i ain’t cute
you come round my way then you coming correct
is you coming for work or you coming for (?)
but my lil youngins some boots in the streets and i told em to step

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