Snapback by JP Lyrics
518 records
JP on the beat, c’mon
(perfect)
Why you talkin heat with that dick up in your mouth?
Better shut your mouth
Sit the fuck down
Mark ass bitch, talkin all the shit
Want a fucking addy, bitch fucking @ me
So fucking blind, can’t yo ass see?
The kid don’t play, spittin fucking flame
All damn day
So damn ugly, lookin like Shaggy
So fucking scrawny
Your clothes are all baggy
There ain’t nothin that you gonna do
With that fucking facial hair, chew my food
Beat yo ass up like a little fucking soup
See you in person, you won’t do shit
‘boutta call my boys, ‘boutta do a hit
Why the dude with a slit actin like a dick?
So fuckin tough
You act so ugly, no one tryna cuff
Why you wanna trip?
Got your mom ridin shotty, that’s my new bitch
Lookin like Skeletor, so fuckin scrawny
Lookin like Voldemort, so fuckin ugly
I am He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
Check your little sister’s back
That’s where I fuckin came
You know ten bullets would knock a boys back it
Bend your bitch over
I may have to break it back in
Robert the Flex ain’t nothin!
Robert the Flex ain’t thuggin!
Keep talkin bout me, imma get to muggin
Back to back, bitch
You know there’s no slack
My shit’s so sharp, like a fuckin tack
Bitch you can’t even read, no need to rap
Got me like happy g
Tap tap tap
Kinda like your step dad when he hit you from the back
You know that’s what’s up
Put down the pen, just shut up
Next time you make a track try to speak up
This guy say he a g
While he at price chopper, bagging groceries
He a fuckin bitch, that I guarantee
I’m the one with a shpshsp that he cannot see
He ain’t even good enough to be my enemy
This dude got no clout
When he first dissed, no one knew who it was about
Say he a genius, but that I fuckin doubt
Whispers in the mic, he got no girl
All he play fortnight, he got no bitches
All he play I touch (?), that shit’s pretty fuckin suss
Got his mom in the bed and she give the good succ
Am I picking on you? I don’t give a fuck
Where yo little sister at? I’m tryna bust a nut
Making fun of cornrows?
At least I got the real flow, at least I lgot real clothes, at least I got real hoes
Gettin fast stacks, countin up zeros
Robert the Flex ain’t nothin!
Robert the Flex, why you thuggin?
Robert the Flex, keep talkin bout me
Imma get to muggin
Mark ass bitch, don’t diss my label
Rhymes so legendary, shit ain’t a fable
Talkin about shit? imma send your head off the table
Grab you by the throat, wrap it with a cable
I’m so fuckin pissed bitch, I ain’t stable
Boutta go full blown attack like the naval
It’s time to snap back
It’s time to step back
You probably do crack
You lookin like a rat
C’mon little bitch, it’s time to snap back
(perfect)
JP on the beat
518 records
Ya dig?
JP on the beat, c’mon
(perfect)
Why you talkin heat with that dick up in your mouth?
Better shut your mouth
Sit the fuck down
Mark ass bitch, talkin all the shit
Want a fucking addy, bitch fucking @ me
So fucking blind, can’t yo ass see?
The kid don’t play, spittin fucking flame
All damn day
So damn ugly, lookin like Shaggy
So fucking scrawny
Your clothes are all baggy
There ain’t nothin that you gonna do
With that fucking facial hair, chew my food
Beat yo ass up like a little fucking soup
See you in person, you won’t do shit
‘boutta call my boys, ‘boutta do a hit
Why the dude with a slit actin like a dick?
So fuckin tough
You act so ugly, no one tryna cuff
Why you wanna trip?
Got your mom ridin shotty, that’s my new bitch
Lookin like Skeletor, so fuckin scrawny
Lookin like Voldemort, so fuckin ugly
I am He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
Check your little sister’s back
That’s where I fuckin came
You know ten bullets would knock a boys back it
Bend your bitch over
I may have to break it back in
Robert the Flex ain’t nothin!
Robert the Flex ain’t thuggin!
Keep talkin bout me, imma get to muggin
Back to back, bitch
You know there’s no slack
My shit’s so sharp, like a fuckin tack
Bitch you can’t even read, no need to rap
Got me like happy g
Tap tap tap
Kinda like your step dad when he hit you from the back
You know that’s what’s up
Put down the pen, just shut up
Next time you make a track try to speak up
This guy say he a g
While he at price chopper, bagging groceries
He a fuckin bitch, that I guarantee
I’m the one with a shpshsp that he cannot see
He ain’t even good enough to be my enemy
This dude got no clout
When he first dissed, no one knew who it was about
Say he a genius, but that I fuckin doubt
Whispers in the mic, he got no girl
All he play fortnight, he got no bitches
All he play I touch (?), that shit’s pretty fuckin suss
Got his mom in the bed and she give the good succ
Am I picking on you? I don’t give a fuck
Where yo little sister at? I’m tryna bust a nut
Making fun of cornrows?
At least I got the real flow, at least I lgot real clothes, at least I got real hoes
Gettin fast stacks, countin up zeros
Robert the Flex ain’t nothin!
Robert the Flex, why you thuggin?
Robert the Flex, keep talkin bout me
Imma get to muggin
Mark ass bitch, don’t diss my label
Rhymes so legendary, shit ain’t a fable
Talkin about shit? imma send your head off the table
Grab you by the throat, wrap it with a cable
I’m so fuckin pissed bitch, I ain’t stable
Boutta go full blown attack like the naval
It’s time to snap back
It’s time to step back
You probably do crack
You lookin like a rat
C’mon little bitch, it’s time to snap back
(perfect)
JP on the beat
518 records
Ya dig?