[Lyric] The Label (Resonance7M)

[Intro: Strikertf2]
YO WHATS UP ITS STRIKERTF2 SHOUT OUT AHMIR7_REAL FAT ASS NIGGA SHOUT OUT IMMORTAL GANGBANGING ASS THAT NIGGA GOT 30 BODIES THAT NIGGA IN THE HOOD BOW BOW BOW... SHOUT OUT DEMAR BLACK ASS NIGGA SIXER HATING ASS NIGGA SHANTO INDIAN ASS NIGGA MARI OL BIG FOREHEAD I EAT DOGS ASIAN ASS RETURN CHING CHONG WING WONT HEADASS WE INNIS BITCH FR ME AND TITO THE NEW GRAMMY FAMILY (FAMILY)... WE BOUTTO GO HAM IN THIS BITCH STRAIGHT SLAPPIN OLD LADIES FOR UMBRELLAS NIGGA... (Old Ladies).. LEGGO

[Verse 1: Resonance]
Fucking a bitch ina McLaren
Ew yo mothers name is karen (Ewww)
All these randoms boy stop glaring
Trynna get to this money stop hating
Saw yo mixtape shit was basic (basic)
Sounds like Turkey getting basted (basted)
Me and my nigga striker…
Yeah is a grammy we chasin (chasin)
The way I open up her gates (gates)
Guy sensei i’ll fold you in yo place (uh huh)
Lil boy you betta pick up the pace(ooo)
On god I’ll slap you in the face(ok)
Boutta head into the pool no liver(uh huh)
All my shootas yuh they straight killas (killas!)
Shoutout zayski he my chiraq hitta (hitta!)
Yeah it's thanksgiving i'm eating straight dinna
Breaking shawty back it sound like a squished cheesecake(like what?)
Eat her ass like honey nut cheerios
Her shit taste like oh my godddd (oh my godddd).. old man cereal
[Bridge: Resonance & Strikertf2]
(idk we was just saying shit lmao)

[Verse 2: Strikertf2]
BIG RACKS CROOKED NOSE COUNTING HUNNIDS IN THIS BIH
MAKING GREEN CALL IT BUCKS LIKE ITS GIANNIS IN THIS BIH
BOY IM SCREAMIN 21 THE WAY IM BALLIN IN DIS SHIT
BALD FADE NO HOES STEPPIN ON ALL THESE NIGGAS SHIT
...LINES WERE CAP... MY MONEY BE SMALLER THAN MY DICK
TIRED OF SUCKIN COCKS IM JUS TRYNA GET RICH IN DIS BIH
NIGGA IM NOT STRAIGHT IM LIVIN JUS FOR THRILL OF THE DICK
SUBURBAN TRAPPER WHITE AS FUCK CALL UP CONNOR IN THIS BIH
NO FOOD THANKSGIVING IM SO HUNGRY FOR DIS SHIT
TOLD ME EAT THE CLIT IM LIKE NA I LIKE MY DICKS BIG
HAD A THREESOME BOY YOU KNOW I RODE THAT DICK LIKE A DYKE (DAMN LIKE A DYKE)
STARTED TWERKIN ON HIS BOOTY LIKE IM MAGIC MIKE (MICHAEL JORDAN?)
BOUNCIN UP AND DOWN LIKE IM JUMPIN ON MIRS STOMACH (BOUNCY HOUSE OL STUPID ASS NIGGA FLAMIN DIS NIGGA IN THE ADLIBS)
FORGET DIS RAP SHIT I CAN SING AND IM KINDA HUNGRY

[Verse 3: Resonance]
Yeah i'm kinda hungry and im bout to eat yo girl out
Not gon say her name cause we not giving out free clout
Prada Wallet, Louie Jacket and im dripping head to toe
Don't let your mom around me I’ll kiss her under the mistletoe
Ahahahhah… Man I love this rapping shit, shit fun
[Outro: Resonance & Strikertf2]
(LMAOO The end was just a roast session)