Practice Remix
[Verse:]
King of this rap, i'm the master
I got your bitch wetter than some water
Pull up to your crib and I fuck on your daughter
Beat her pussy till its dead like a slaughter, imma pro like a starter
Raps insane, bitches be giving me brain cause they want the fame
Yall insane, thinking i'm flying you out from Spain just to fuck you again
This ain't a game, my money tall like a plane, its not gonna crash cause of lames
Super saiyan, everyone saying they been from the start like Able and Cain
Now my pants filling up like they Bane
Sucking my lollipop, no Lil Wayne
So much money, i'm the son of the Waynes
So much pussy, Its numbing my pain
Pull up to your spot with the duelies, and I start shooting em shots like a movie
Handy Manny with the way that I grip on my toolie
I fuck your bitch and I squish on her boobies
Fuck on bad bitches yeah they are not groupies
Then I pass em like a parcel
Just bought a house but it look a castle
Strapped with an uzi, you don't wanna hassle
All of this ice makes you dazzle
You a snake yeah you rattle
You changed up like a channel
So I pick you out like a raffle
So fly looking like Cavill
I got the bags in daffle
Iced out my wrist and I iced out your bitch
She ain't fucking with you, but she fuck with our clique
Fucking with us and we pull out sticks and starting upping this shit like we up in a blimp
Fucking your bitch and she bounce like a bull
I'm making bands that stack khalifa tall
Smoking on a reefer like Khalifa do
Fuck with me like covid I be tracing you
Take this bar its spacing you
Took your bitch to back and she blow on my dick like a flute
I got a Glock and its popping like pimples
Taking chunks out of your head like its apple
Leaving a gap in your temple, blood leaking down to your dimples
Five headshots like Simple
Playing with your nuts like its wimble
She blow like a whistle
Her pussy the bomb like a missle
Made her cum with one finger, but thats no dismissal
She put on a show Jimmy Kimmel
Wock got me messy like Lionel
Glock making you spin like a vinyl
I'm keeping it low like a tidal
King of this rap, wheres my title?
Fucking on girls cause I'm they Idle
They of consent, they swore on the bible
Pull up on a bitch, make her arch it like queer
My lower body, the three Musketeers
Glock thirty, my dick and my gear
808s thump like gunshots in your ear
Pierce your eardrum, now you can't hear clear
I'm just capping, this is just practice, you ain't gotta fear