Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2 (feat. Chris King)

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

Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2 (feat. Chris King) Lyrics

[00:16.75] (P. Soul on the track) I love Trippie Redd
[00:18.55] Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up
[00:20.57] Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya
[00:23.62] Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up
[00:25.41] Get up off the block If I don't know you
[00:27.01] You dealin' with some soldiers
[00:28.24] I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh
[00:30.06] I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh
[00:31.72] I rise with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh
[00:33.63] And you know a motherfucker pop a sealy, pop a pilly
[00:35.94] Pop a nigga head like Amoxicillin
[00:37.61] I'm a villain, really don't show no pitty
[00:39.37] I'm hot, saditty to these bitches
[00:40.62] Bitch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty
[00:42.43] How you hot and shitty? Wait
[00:43.43] 'Cause shit hot, but you know your shit not
[00:45.48] My shit make the whole city rock
[00:47.05] And diddy-bop, I spit it off the titty-top
[00:48.89] And if you don't like it
[00:49.84] Then fuck nigga, eat a itty-bitty cock (Yeah)
[00:51.99] Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, catch a thottie by her toe
[00:54.17] If I let her go, then I'll prolly fuck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch)
[00:56.38] Stack of paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider
[00:58.98] Her nigga got bars, who's your service provider?
[01:00.90] Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us
[01:03.43] We get awarded for the likeness, get twenty plaques like Gingivitis
[01:05.77] Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis
[01:08.06] Create-a-player, high ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders
[01:10.37] Okay, pop a sealy like Amoxicillin
[01:12.01] When I pop the trigger, drop a nigga
[01:13.54] Then he shook his body like a Macarena
[01:15.22] Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles
[01:17.67] God can't save you, slap my bitch from the back, call it Palm's angels
[01:20.01] I bet when a nigga hop up, bitches, they'll be all angry
[01:22.35] I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga
[01:24.78] Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got sores, nigga
[01:27.23] I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, nigga
[01:29.59] I got where I am being exactly who I are, nigga
[01:31.95] You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, nigga
[01:34.06] I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head
[01:36.31] Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't
[01:37.58] Gon' catch it like that shit was farfetched
[01:38.97] Young nigga stayin' on point just like a bayonet
[01:41.09] We rollin' top down
[01:41.81] Bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette
[01:43.50] Just a young nigga but I been doin'
[01:44.52] It for so long they gotta praise the vet
[01:45.89] For my niggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth
[01:48.16] Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah
[01:49.12] I am multitasking, make multi-millions
[01:50.73] M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
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From the album: A Love Letter To You 4 (Deluxe)