[Verse 1 NewEraMar]
This beat is harder than crack rock
Matter fact, ima give yall a little trap talk
The baking soda goes with the yola
Stir it up when its in the water
Break a whole key into a oz
When you bag it up then you got, me
Im joking though, this ain't no trap song
If I rap my a off, do that mean I got chaps on?
Ima g to the end
My swag mean we could never be friends
My tracks pound like they starting a trend
And the bass knocks like its tryna get in
Did you catch that?
Well if not then we home safe
I got that slap, like when a pimps hand meet a hoes face
If I find out shes a ho I just leave the ho I get ghostface
But you would probably put heels on her heels like a close race
You think you tough? walking round with that cape on
Oh you mad huh? you got ya hoodie up like trayvon
You a dyke nigga, talk slick and say sike nigga
Won't come outside at night nigga
You been frauding all of yo life nigga
[NewEraMar mumbles]
These niggas can't hold me back
These niggas can't hold me back
[Hook]
These niggas gon get this work
These niggas gon get this work
These niggas ain't sellin no crack
These niggas ain't got no work
These niggas can't hold me back
But I feel these niggas tugging on my shirt
You thought I killed em with part 1
It was bad before but it just got worst
[Verse 2 NewEraMar]
If you still rocking them baggy clothes
Still riding on 24s
You need to kill yourself and ill send a rose
My flow doper than whitneys nose
Rest in peace dont take that wrong
Lord please dont take that wrong
Bobby brown gon hate this song
Anyhow the show must go on
Mar's here get up out of your seat
Ima lesbian im trying to eat
Flow sick I might die on the beat
Im in my bag I should come with receipts
Mar's back like Mar's back
Let me say that again
Mar's back like Mar's back
My tracks pound thats all fat
Im the best in the Burg thats all fact
The rest of yall is just tired and whack
Talking about how you strapped up
Theres a pump in your trunk cause your tire is flat
The coke you sell comes in a can
The track slaps it comes with a hand
You a G? right nigga what is you saying
No 1-on-1's you gon come with your man
Im killing myself, suicide im killing myself
Ima perv nigga im feeling myself
Im so raw I offended myself
Ima made man I invented myself
My swag mean I get pissed at myself
Ima racist I dont mess with the help
You would run if I just put my hand on my belt
Ima friend of God
You a nun in a synagogue
That means you shouldn't get involved
These problems dont get resolved
Yall niggas ain't sick as ours
Achooo, we got the sickest bars
Achooo, we got the sickest broads
Name a flow as sick as Mar's
[Hook]
This beat is harder than crack rock
Matter fact, ima give yall a little trap talk
The baking soda goes with the yola
Stir it up when its in the water
Break a whole key into a oz
When you bag it up then you got, me
Im joking though, this ain't no trap song
If I rap my a off, do that mean I got chaps on?
Ima g to the end
My swag mean we could never be friends
My tracks pound like they starting a trend
And the bass knocks like its tryna get in
Did you catch that?
Well if not then we home safe
I got that slap, like when a pimps hand meet a hoes face
If I find out shes a ho I just leave the ho I get ghostface
But you would probably put heels on her heels like a close race
You think you tough? walking round with that cape on
Oh you mad huh? you got ya hoodie up like trayvon
You a dyke nigga, talk slick and say sike nigga
Won't come outside at night nigga
You been frauding all of yo life nigga
[NewEraMar mumbles]
These niggas can't hold me back
These niggas can't hold me back
[Hook]
These niggas gon get this work
These niggas gon get this work
These niggas ain't sellin no crack
These niggas ain't got no work
These niggas can't hold me back
But I feel these niggas tugging on my shirt
You thought I killed em with part 1
It was bad before but it just got worst
[Verse 2 NewEraMar]
If you still rocking them baggy clothes
Still riding on 24s
You need to kill yourself and ill send a rose
My flow doper than whitneys nose
Rest in peace dont take that wrong
Lord please dont take that wrong
Bobby brown gon hate this song
Anyhow the show must go on
Mar's here get up out of your seat
Ima lesbian im trying to eat
Flow sick I might die on the beat
Im in my bag I should come with receipts
Mar's back like Mar's back
Let me say that again
Mar's back like Mar's back
My tracks pound thats all fat
Im the best in the Burg thats all fact
The rest of yall is just tired and whack
Talking about how you strapped up
Theres a pump in your trunk cause your tire is flat
The coke you sell comes in a can
The track slaps it comes with a hand
You a G? right nigga what is you saying
No 1-on-1's you gon come with your man
Im killing myself, suicide im killing myself
Ima perv nigga im feeling myself
Im so raw I offended myself
Ima made man I invented myself
My swag mean I get pissed at myself
Ima racist I dont mess with the help
You would run if I just put my hand on my belt
Ima friend of God
You a nun in a synagogue
That means you shouldn't get involved
These problems dont get resolved
Yall niggas ain't sick as ours
Achooo, we got the sickest bars
Achooo, we got the sickest broads
Name a flow as sick as Mar's
[Hook]
( NewEraMar )
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