Triz Nathaniel - Whack Follol de Rah (What Would Beanz Do?) Lyrics

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown winner
Y'all talking horse shit, neigh-saying ass niggas
It's a game but I don't play, Triz is realer
So yall gonna feel this like the late Mrs. Diller
But your rhymes are still a lil' sluggish bruh
Sounds like hyphy-glycemia (Yuh!)
Got the toast in my pocket, B
That's what happens when you keep your bread next to the heat
Right hand to Jeezy I ain't running these streets
But last time I checked I was the man on the beats
On your girl's fantasy team, I'm RB1
Cuz your boy the meats like Arby's son
We ain't peers lil nigga your career is done
You got 99 tracks but a hit aint one
I'm going all-in betting on myself nigga
Still ballin' - don't know nothing else nigga
And while you on the shelf stallin' like a Soviet
I'll tie you to a missle on that Wile E. Coyote tip
Icy B.M.'s - that's cold shit
And when I wrote this I was so baroque kid
That's why my sound so classic
And since these rappers stay whining I had to let em have it!
They don't even live by a code
So I'm treating their features like a no-fly zone
And even though I love the mud on the highroad
I know so many bloods yall thought I was type-O
I'm like Rambo with a lil Son of Sam though
Had to murder this beat cuz my dog told me so
And til they throw me in Guantanamo
I'll be #LikeAGirl working on her period, I hustle & flow
My ho eco-friendly, got a very little waist
And with you I'm malpracticing, I got no patience
I'm like Drake w/ the coach of the Raptors way I'm on your back
Cuz yall whack niggas got it all backwards
Like saying Trump Donald f*ck
Spit truth in the booth nigga what!
I got a slick mouth cuz talking Greecy is a must
So it's Athens to Athens and dust to dust
Trust, if I'm keeping it 100 you don't want it
Cuz I talk with my hands like a damn sock puppet
And interrupt if you wanna kick the bucket
I'm in a mood like stank cooch, not to be f*cked with
I see an uptick in impostors that prosper
So I knock em dead in a pool - Wade in the water
Rhymes so sick, but I'm wary of doctors
So I'm eating more ginger than a grown Harry Potter
I'm nice, but for what? Cuz I'm fed up with starving
So I'ma take extra steps like J. Harden
On point with that rocket when I blast it off
And you could trust me whenever I ain't lying my ass off!
The cast off, now I'm dealing Serial Arms
These Trix up my sleeve be my Lucky Charms
Ya jive turkey, we in the same gravy boat
You salmon ass nigga, you f*ck around - get smoked
I'm hungry, just wanna keep food in my mouth
And it's hard to believe I ever had any doubts
Way pussy chasing me, must be a mouse
Cuz the track so g niggas wanna rob their own house
No sense of decency, my other one's heightened
So I can see the whole rap game and it's frightening
A bad blowjob - everybody biting
I clap-back with thunder that's enlightening