Adam Calhoun – Rap Shxt (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Rap Shxt” – Adam Calhoun

You can get the chrome get the fitted off your dome
This shxt you think you know think I’m kiddin’ then you wrong
This ain’t no song, just flexin’ by balls
Y’all broke down like the shxt in your garage

Put the pressure on your shoulder blade, talk that shxt
Show up in a motorcade, f**k that shxt
Man everybody knows you fake, plus you a b**ch
And everybody knows you hate, hustle and motivate

Everybody knows I’m the G.O.A.T, greatest
How you gonna say I’m not your favorite
As far as country rap goes everyone’s just okay
But you know I’ma go
Crazy white boy get a job don’t sing about stuff
What a punk, what’s up

You f**kboys stand around don’t even get shxt done, shxt’s junk
I’m plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychotic
Don’t bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that’s in
You shouldn’t f**k around with me, f**k around with me
You shouldn’t f**k around with me, I won’t let it be
I won’t let ’em breathe
R.I.P to a motherf**ker who want war with me
Run up get your ass served VIP
Whoop a b**ch n**ga ass my specialty
SOB, son of a gun, huh
Look at how fast they run, uh
My pistol it knocks heads off shoulders
That’s game over done, uh

Whole bunch of h*es and shxt whole clique
No town havin’ ass whole b**ch whole shxt
Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold this
Want smoke, I got it, who wanna get lit
I don’t tryna hear about your trip
That shxt games f**ked, two d**ks, no b**ch
Walk around lookin’ like a lick
Prolly rob these dudes with my fist

Who wanna get it rockin’ It ain’t ever been a problem
We can hit ’em with a shotgun, you ain’t gonna see tomorrow
He a motherf**kin’ goner, I’m a motherf**kin’ gunner
Ain’t that a motherf**ker, motherf**ker, motherf**ker
Leave ’em on slump shxt, pull my shxt
Took a city boy to show you what country is
Pull my boots on then kicked in the door
Let’s run around sayin’ b**ch this is war

Sittin’ shotgun with a shotgun I’ve been poppin’
Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had ’em sayin’ uhh
We can get it rockin’ it ain’t never been a problem
F**k boy we ain’t worried about none
We can get it done, I’ma be the one
Better run forrest run forrest run, run for it run for it run
You can bring a knife and I’ma bring a gun
Pow, wow, I just bought a new house
Livin’ up north you can see it from the south
Who’s that peepin’ in my window
Pow, nobody, nobody now

You ain’t talkin’ ’bout me then then nobody counts
On top of the mountain, nobody around
F**k the mainstream I’ll remain underground
All alone on the throne where the f**k is my crown
Whoa, oh, you ain’t got no soul you f**kers outta control
You microwave while I cook on the stove
Y’all Betty Crocker’s I’m cookin’ up dough
I’m a goon in this rap shxt
Y’all lookin’ like food in this rap shxt
I’m a fool with this rap shxt
One more album and I’m through with this rap shxt
What more I gotta do to prove I ain’t number two
B**ch who the f**k are you
Writin’ three number one’s you ain’t did shxt once
I’ma do this shxt again just incase you needed proof, ooh

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I’ve been OutKastin’
Do this for practice, line after line how I’m catchin’ these rappers
Way too much talkin’ b**ch, where is the action
B**ch I’m just askin’ What the f**k happened
The game ain’t the same so I came did my thing
I created the lane now I’m done with this rap shxt…

➤ Written by Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun | 2019

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

1 × 3 =