MasterCard by King Crook Lyrics
Dee dee hit Danny on a text
That night he left hickeys on her breasts
Wait you won't diss me? I'm perplexed
Ask me about a line bitch ill smoke em like ya checks
Is this a red flag its served hot as I rhyme
Fit a bar all up in it I guess ill call it red line
Next time you think about this shit just wait a second
Get our friends to ghost write and don't you forget to mention
You used to bully me then id talk about ya sister
Slide into her DM's now Check west is getting with her
Im hit up dana boi and double team her visa
Maybe hit up jimbo slice to eat the pussy like some pizza
You can say I copy Eminem and call me a bitch
Thats okay you're the rap version of ice j j fish
Cuz theres something about you Joe
That just makes me wanna spazz and end ya world
*plays ice jj fish*
Plans out the bag still deploy it you're annoying
I've been toying with you warning sublims must missed you Whats the issue
Fuck it, spit you a verse to get you through ya writers block you bitch you
Barely a pawn I'll moe the lawn to get these snakes all out and yawn
I won't hesitate to cross a line you're a mime
Stay silent in the game making trash all the time
Remember when ya verse on fuck with me was supposed to be
Longer then it was I had to divide it by 3
Cuz it was trash so ass I had mike pass find me to ask
Crook what the mother fuck was that
I told him I only did it to make me look better
Even tho I didn't even need it but then yet a
Nother feature came later and I killed the letters
But everybody skipped ya part cuz it was cheddar
Another verse cut down so the sound was better
The quality was great I did the vocals instead of
That ambient reverbed echoing shit
Steggie could've done better job if he was deaf doing it
He made ya song better but I guess that ain't everything
Me and shoval holding laughs please don't ever sing
Please don't ever think that you didn't steal the show
Dont ever lie and not say ("Crook taught me how to flow")
Jazzy thought me before but you already know
That I'm the greatest young rapping hold up let me spit some mo
Ya best songs mine 1600 still I'm wondering
How my intro is still better at 6000 yours are under
My kold album wasn't great
Still more views then you best at least by 28
The same hoodie ya white sweater
You smoke better I rap better
Dont make this 5th time I killed you on a beat please
We all know your salty cuz kade was balls deep in dee dee
Wait should we compare the views or skill
This ain't my fucking year they're all mine cuz I kill
Fucking robo slice and j Dogg have a better flow
Took em one song and pushed you right out the fucking door
Top 5 barely top 15
I was top 3 when I was only 16
Now you been doing this bout as long as I have
But remember one thing you're my fucking offspring
Suicde coming at me now its Filicide
Kill the vibe when visa gets played hoe you fucking kill the night
Hope you fucking hear it right better open up ya ears
Me and stogie tried to teach you how the flow for a year
Shit didn't work so I gave up
Dissed me twice made you think that we made up
Little faggot think you get bitches
Mother fucker couldn't even fuck Ava
I shit on the track you barley fart you fucking queef
I birthed you yet you're still not no fucking prince thief
You couldn't put out a hit, single if you hired it
On dee dee after breaking up fuck it I'm retiring
Just like Kobe did dropped 60 on you bitch
Bars still fucking over this empty noggin roasting his
Whole goddamn career pull my dick out the rear
Of this beat while I'm laying down yeah I'm fucking shit up queer
Put out crook 3 to throw you out of loop who
Knows no wack mc's' about you everybody knew
Ever think you heard me bitch you ain't a Shepard
Have a merry fucking Christmas this shit is like letter
You on naughty list now be warned from this single
Cuz Saint Nick is gifting this prick bitch I'm khris Kringle
But you're more like Santa that don't mean that we're bros yo
Just means that you only had 3 bitches hoe hoe hoe
Been known to lose it though so if I overdo you drove me to it
When I step inside the vocal both like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a mother fucking track like Tony Stewart
In one take if I fuck it up and I just don't redo it
Better watch ya tone fore its mono e mono
Get it cuz ya monotone and I'm sick like some mono
Fuck ya self like its masturbation
Fucking floccinaucinihilipilification
What the fuck does that mean
Big ass word for off beat nah it means that you're nothing
Non important in this sport and you barley affording
A beef with me I dropped out and I'm still the fucking lord in
This rap game shit while you rap lame shit
But I'll wrap the fame bitch and throw it in ya face spit
Another fucking song call me drake ill go back to back
On top of that more after to show you've always been wack
Aagh
Sick of you being my son and still sounding wack what the fuck is that
(Chicka Chicka Chicka why the fuck is that)
Sick and tired when I listen to your tracks to see if ya ever shot back and you're still sounding wack
Im sick and tired of you lies on the beat you don't drink whiskey neat ain't young Gerald when you fucking rap
Fore the next thing we have in coming is a broken jaw cuz you were talking smack now I'll fucking talk it back
Oh and I'm just playing dee dee, you know I love you
That night he left hickeys on her breasts
Wait you won't diss me? I'm perplexed
Ask me about a line bitch ill smoke em like ya checks
Is this a red flag its served hot as I rhyme
Fit a bar all up in it I guess ill call it red line
Next time you think about this shit just wait a second
Get our friends to ghost write and don't you forget to mention
You used to bully me then id talk about ya sister
Slide into her DM's now Check west is getting with her
Im hit up dana boi and double team her visa
Maybe hit up jimbo slice to eat the pussy like some pizza
You can say I copy Eminem and call me a bitch
Thats okay you're the rap version of ice j j fish
Cuz theres something about you Joe
That just makes me wanna spazz and end ya world
*plays ice jj fish*
Plans out the bag still deploy it you're annoying
I've been toying with you warning sublims must missed you Whats the issue
Fuck it, spit you a verse to get you through ya writers block you bitch you
Barely a pawn I'll moe the lawn to get these snakes all out and yawn
I won't hesitate to cross a line you're a mime
Stay silent in the game making trash all the time
Remember when ya verse on fuck with me was supposed to be
Longer then it was I had to divide it by 3
Cuz it was trash so ass I had mike pass find me to ask
Crook what the mother fuck was that
I told him I only did it to make me look better
Even tho I didn't even need it but then yet a
Nother feature came later and I killed the letters
But everybody skipped ya part cuz it was cheddar
Another verse cut down so the sound was better
The quality was great I did the vocals instead of
That ambient reverbed echoing shit
Steggie could've done better job if he was deaf doing it
He made ya song better but I guess that ain't everything
Me and shoval holding laughs please don't ever sing
Please don't ever think that you didn't steal the show
Dont ever lie and not say ("Crook taught me how to flow")
Jazzy thought me before but you already know
That I'm the greatest young rapping hold up let me spit some mo
Ya best songs mine 1600 still I'm wondering
How my intro is still better at 6000 yours are under
My kold album wasn't great
Still more views then you best at least by 28
The same hoodie ya white sweater
You smoke better I rap better
Dont make this 5th time I killed you on a beat please
We all know your salty cuz kade was balls deep in dee dee
Wait should we compare the views or skill
This ain't my fucking year they're all mine cuz I kill
Fucking robo slice and j Dogg have a better flow
Took em one song and pushed you right out the fucking door
Top 5 barely top 15
I was top 3 when I was only 16
Now you been doing this bout as long as I have
But remember one thing you're my fucking offspring
Suicde coming at me now its Filicide
Kill the vibe when visa gets played hoe you fucking kill the night
Hope you fucking hear it right better open up ya ears
Me and stogie tried to teach you how the flow for a year
Shit didn't work so I gave up
Dissed me twice made you think that we made up
Little faggot think you get bitches
Mother fucker couldn't even fuck Ava
I shit on the track you barley fart you fucking queef
I birthed you yet you're still not no fucking prince thief
You couldn't put out a hit, single if you hired it
On dee dee after breaking up fuck it I'm retiring
Just like Kobe did dropped 60 on you bitch
Bars still fucking over this empty noggin roasting his
Whole goddamn career pull my dick out the rear
Of this beat while I'm laying down yeah I'm fucking shit up queer
Put out crook 3 to throw you out of loop who
Knows no wack mc's' about you everybody knew
Ever think you heard me bitch you ain't a Shepard
Have a merry fucking Christmas this shit is like letter
You on naughty list now be warned from this single
Cuz Saint Nick is gifting this prick bitch I'm khris Kringle
But you're more like Santa that don't mean that we're bros yo
Just means that you only had 3 bitches hoe hoe hoe
Been known to lose it though so if I overdo you drove me to it
When I step inside the vocal both like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a mother fucking track like Tony Stewart
In one take if I fuck it up and I just don't redo it
Better watch ya tone fore its mono e mono
Get it cuz ya monotone and I'm sick like some mono
Fuck ya self like its masturbation
Fucking floccinaucinihilipilification
What the fuck does that mean
Big ass word for off beat nah it means that you're nothing
Non important in this sport and you barley affording
A beef with me I dropped out and I'm still the fucking lord in
This rap game shit while you rap lame shit
But I'll wrap the fame bitch and throw it in ya face spit
Another fucking song call me drake ill go back to back
On top of that more after to show you've always been wack
Aagh
Sick of you being my son and still sounding wack what the fuck is that
(Chicka Chicka Chicka why the fuck is that)
Sick and tired when I listen to your tracks to see if ya ever shot back and you're still sounding wack
Im sick and tired of you lies on the beat you don't drink whiskey neat ain't young Gerald when you fucking rap
Fore the next thing we have in coming is a broken jaw cuz you were talking smack now I'll fucking talk it back
Oh and I'm just playing dee dee, you know I love you