January 30th by Shofu Lyrics
[Verse 1: Shofu]
I’m the one that put you on, how you gon’ bite the hand that’s feedin’ you?
You the older brother but I never needed you
Fought my own battles and made it up by myself
Bitch I been through it all, it’s a waste of time to compete with you
You still krump in 2018, just point and laugh at him
Niggas only know you from me, this nigga backpackin’
Same flow havin’ ass, your mixtape a bag of trash
I rap way better than you! You took a crack at it
You use the name Shofu and niggas be clickin’ you
But they really lookin’ for me, change your fuckin’ name, you just misleading
Wanna talk crazy like you ain’t got consequences
Now I gotta make my brother my son, bitch this is inbreeding
I’ma let my son shine, hit him with the beam
I ain’t gotta nail his ass to a cross to see my son rise
AR-15 be liftin’ him up with ease, like a couple [?] so we can see that my son light
You’re lunchtime, say that I’m fat ‘cause I been eatin’ bitch
Breadwinner food on your dishes because you needed it
Stop reachin’ bitch
Dissin’ me, I’ma make sure you fear me
Fear you? Nigga you can’t even speak clearly
The real me a monster, take body bags to the laundromat
I’m sicker than I ever been, gotta be hypochondriac
You faker than a bitch, you ain’t nothin’ but a copycat
I’m the only Shofu, you probably want my autograph
I beat down Beatdown on every downbeat
My size 14s in your ass, you catch the clown feet
I never lost the hands, if you feelin’ a little rowdy
I'll just grab you by your dreads and start swingin’ your ass around me
Chuck you in a trashcan where you belong
Boy you asked for this, I didn’t do anything wrong
You say you nice, that’s where I disagree
Never try to belittle me
How I’m the little brother but you lookin’ like a little me?
[Verse 2: Token Black]
You better run when I click the Glock
I be spittin’ hot
Shut yo’ ass up lookin’ like a Mega Pidgeot
Gun speak African to you the way it click and pop
Oh you bartend? Me too nigga, pick a shot
Shofu tha Beatdown, whatchu actin’ hard for?
Me and my niggas get you jumped like some parkour
See I used to bump My Boiii hardcore
But the way I’m feelin’ there ain’t finna be a part 4
WDFA, I Don’t Fuck Around
Drop the clip and get a second, that’s another round
21 Savage ass niggas finna gun him down
Right at Chuck E. Cheese, put the bucket down (ah!)
I’ma find you, fuck the run around (rah!)
You better not ever make another sound (ah!)
Yeah I got the goons finna run him down
Chop his legs off and go buy his ass a hover round (ah!)
Wait, wait, wait, they don’t call you Hammer Gawd ‘cause you tough
Nah, they just call you Hammer Gawd ‘cause you suck
Leave you in the ground for thinkin’ that you better
Hitmonlee is not a stretch but I’ll put you on a stretcher
Put you in a trashcan where you belong
Boy you asked for this, I didn’t do anything wrong
I couldn’t wait for the 31st day
Now you gotta die right before yo’ birthday, crazy!
You gotta die right before yo’ birthday, crazy!
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#RIPBeatdown
Skrrrt
I’m the one that put you on, how you gon’ bite the hand that’s feedin’ you?
You the older brother but I never needed you
Fought my own battles and made it up by myself
Bitch I been through it all, it’s a waste of time to compete with you
You still krump in 2018, just point and laugh at him
Niggas only know you from me, this nigga backpackin’
Same flow havin’ ass, your mixtape a bag of trash
I rap way better than you! You took a crack at it
You use the name Shofu and niggas be clickin’ you
But they really lookin’ for me, change your fuckin’ name, you just misleading
Wanna talk crazy like you ain’t got consequences
Now I gotta make my brother my son, bitch this is inbreeding
I’ma let my son shine, hit him with the beam
I ain’t gotta nail his ass to a cross to see my son rise
AR-15 be liftin’ him up with ease, like a couple [?] so we can see that my son light
You’re lunchtime, say that I’m fat ‘cause I been eatin’ bitch
Breadwinner food on your dishes because you needed it
Stop reachin’ bitch
Dissin’ me, I’ma make sure you fear me
Fear you? Nigga you can’t even speak clearly
The real me a monster, take body bags to the laundromat
I’m sicker than I ever been, gotta be hypochondriac
You faker than a bitch, you ain’t nothin’ but a copycat
I’m the only Shofu, you probably want my autograph
I beat down Beatdown on every downbeat
My size 14s in your ass, you catch the clown feet
I never lost the hands, if you feelin’ a little rowdy
I'll just grab you by your dreads and start swingin’ your ass around me
Chuck you in a trashcan where you belong
Boy you asked for this, I didn’t do anything wrong
You say you nice, that’s where I disagree
Never try to belittle me
How I’m the little brother but you lookin’ like a little me?
[Verse 2: Token Black]
You better run when I click the Glock
I be spittin’ hot
Shut yo’ ass up lookin’ like a Mega Pidgeot
Gun speak African to you the way it click and pop
Oh you bartend? Me too nigga, pick a shot
Shofu tha Beatdown, whatchu actin’ hard for?
Me and my niggas get you jumped like some parkour
See I used to bump My Boiii hardcore
But the way I’m feelin’ there ain’t finna be a part 4
WDFA, I Don’t Fuck Around
Drop the clip and get a second, that’s another round
21 Savage ass niggas finna gun him down
Right at Chuck E. Cheese, put the bucket down (ah!)
I’ma find you, fuck the run around (rah!)
You better not ever make another sound (ah!)
Yeah I got the goons finna run him down
Chop his legs off and go buy his ass a hover round (ah!)
Wait, wait, wait, they don’t call you Hammer Gawd ‘cause you tough
Nah, they just call you Hammer Gawd ‘cause you suck
Leave you in the ground for thinkin’ that you better
Hitmonlee is not a stretch but I’ll put you on a stretcher
Put you in a trashcan where you belong
Boy you asked for this, I didn’t do anything wrong
I couldn’t wait for the 31st day
Now you gotta die right before yo’ birthday, crazy!
You gotta die right before yo’ birthday, crazy!
Trap Card the Mixtape
#RIPBeatdown
Skrrrt