[Lyric] Cousin Skeeter (T-Moe)

Uh
Yeah Yeah

Nigga you don’t ride when it’s time to ride
Pussy ass boy probably run and hide
In your raps all you talk about is homicide
But that shit’s a disguise like Comicon
Got it off the grams like your mamas mom
Then put it on the gram for a lot of eyes
Dumb nigga shit but I’m not surprised
You a little ass fraud white collar crime
Them niggas spent on you but ain’t get revenge
You’re a fake don’t even speak to him
Him is me and my the mode I’m in
Ought to check you pussies obgyn
Penetrating flow I’m going in
Up it aim it let it blow at them
The mag a know you like I rap with Timbo
Thе mag a know you word to Soulja slim
Cap ass nigga you falsified
Ain't about no action you don’t really live what you talk you just talk it livе
And I’m off that Henn and I’m in a good mood so bitch don’t kill my vibe
Don’t kill my vibe yeah
Fake ass nigga don’t cross my line
Fake ass nigga better walk on by

Ain't nothing real about you
You ain’t really thugging neither
Nigga you ain’t cut from the cloth I am
Can’t fit in my running sneakers
Boy you’re a carbon copy clone
You’re full of them puppet features
Only live when it’s strings attached
My nigga you’re cousin skeeter
Yeah I’m going off this time
This here is a buzzer beater
One of a kind when you’re dealing with mine I ain’t none of them other people
Only talk when your homie behind you really you ain’t a leader
And I ain’t got time for you fake little boys my nigga you cousin skeeter
Yeah yeah

Where you was at when your man got jumped
You ain’t have no scratch you ain’t have no scuff
A thug online boy you act so tough
This a expose time to call your bluff
See I keep shit cool all that extra stuff
Is just extra stuff but it’s extra up if you mess with us
All cut no fluff and I whip that bitch like Mrs. puff
I’m in my bag with class like Neiman Marcus
Off the wall with lines I’m Peter Parker
Fuck with me to only get me started
Fraudulent so I don’t even bother
Guppies don’t belong in deeper waters
Puppies shouldn’t fuck with bigger barkers
All in Vegas chips and money markers
Thousand dollar dinner visa charges
See I can rap like that
Because it’s all facts no cap
And a real nigga real everywhere that’s why I adapt to my habitat
You’re more of an action figure
Only act like you’re action packed
You need more people we don’t believe you
Knock cotton out of one of you cousin skeeters
Ain't nothing real about you
You ain’t really thugging neither
Nigga you ain’t cut from the cloth I am
Can’t fit in my running sneakers
Boy you’re a carbon copy clone
You’re full of them puppet features
Only live when it’s strings attached
My nigga you’re cousin skeeter
Yeah I’m going off this time
This here is a buzzer beater
One of a kind when you’re dealing with mine I ain’t none of them other people
Only talk when your homie behind you really you ain’t a leader
And I ain’t got time for you fake little boys my nigga you cousin skeeter
Yeah yeah