Leap by Macon Hamilton Lyrics
Yo, Niggas beefin' in tweetin' over a hashtag
I smash ass and let her give me bomb like it's Baghdad
I smell fake like real can't reach my two nostrils
Niggas see Kareem but never get it like Abdul's goggles
Penny wise I clown niggas no Apollo
And if I'm pussy then mother fucker I'm Blue Waffle
I'm your idol, my tongue is my rifle
Autographing rappers bibles, Way faster than disciples
Makin' ham, goin' ham when we make
I don't care whats at stake
When you grill and you baked
Since we talkin' bout food cuff yo chick in case
I run out of stamps that ho can get a Section 8
Yo gatta gatta go make your medulla oblongata
Go hasta manana, word to Kiki & Yata
If I catch you flossin' Imma' lay the murder game down
To show we not fuckin' around real talk
I'm takin' every dollar
Word to your auntie, your nieces, and your missin' fatha
I will let you bring the soap opera, any drama
Let you talk slate then leave you in the trauma
Cuz you head niggas cash you like the boy up in the striped pajamas
I triple dog dare yall artists
I will scorpion get over here yall artists
Flow is mentally challenged, I make that microphone finish
You will bust, I will rush in your crib like search warrants
Hella cynical, I run chronics a ridicule
You pitiful, I ridicule, I'm higher than a middle school
The day you kill me is the day a black chick get her hair done and dive head first into a swimming pool, BITCH
I'm mad critical, Makin' ham is drastic
Fuck a major label, I am not one to ass kiss
Flow so cold like a "Naw fuck that."
Man my flow so cold I got Big Shurley fastin'
I'm jackson' like Janet his mama panicking
You sweet as banana split, and yo' bitch is a fan of dis'
When you see me battlin' you turn into an analyst
But fuck a notepad you a assed out cannabis
Lyrical salmonella, the thrilla is illa
I beg to diffah' I'll eminem ya with blankets and feather pillahs
This MC was never liked, I'm a melano
Snitchin' but put my lines up you know I'm that nigga
I smash ass and let her give me bomb like it's Baghdad
I smell fake like real can't reach my two nostrils
Niggas see Kareem but never get it like Abdul's goggles
Penny wise I clown niggas no Apollo
And if I'm pussy then mother fucker I'm Blue Waffle
I'm your idol, my tongue is my rifle
Autographing rappers bibles, Way faster than disciples
Makin' ham, goin' ham when we make
I don't care whats at stake
When you grill and you baked
Since we talkin' bout food cuff yo chick in case
I run out of stamps that ho can get a Section 8
Yo gatta gatta go make your medulla oblongata
Go hasta manana, word to Kiki & Yata
If I catch you flossin' Imma' lay the murder game down
To show we not fuckin' around real talk
I'm takin' every dollar
Word to your auntie, your nieces, and your missin' fatha
I will let you bring the soap opera, any drama
Let you talk slate then leave you in the trauma
Cuz you head niggas cash you like the boy up in the striped pajamas
I triple dog dare yall artists
I will scorpion get over here yall artists
Flow is mentally challenged, I make that microphone finish
You will bust, I will rush in your crib like search warrants
Hella cynical, I run chronics a ridicule
You pitiful, I ridicule, I'm higher than a middle school
The day you kill me is the day a black chick get her hair done and dive head first into a swimming pool, BITCH
I'm mad critical, Makin' ham is drastic
Fuck a major label, I am not one to ass kiss
Flow so cold like a "Naw fuck that."
Man my flow so cold I got Big Shurley fastin'
I'm jackson' like Janet his mama panicking
You sweet as banana split, and yo' bitch is a fan of dis'
When you see me battlin' you turn into an analyst
But fuck a notepad you a assed out cannabis
Lyrical salmonella, the thrilla is illa
I beg to diffah' I'll eminem ya with blankets and feather pillahs
This MC was never liked, I'm a melano
Snitchin' but put my lines up you know I'm that nigga