Stas Thee Boss Gon Phishing
I got a master key
When I got the master keyed
A master of this mastery
I'm taking class with Master P
Oh what a haberdashery?
You just my type and match with me
Don't underestimate the G
I'm unimpressed you're less than me
Take a nap with me
Listening to rappers plea
About they drugs and jugs and cheese
And bitches thots and hoes and fees
Hitting me up constantly
For verses, collabs, and my beats
All my jams are jams for me
They're jams for me
They're jams for me
Your struggle raps aren't mattering
Like all lives it's not happening
I'm lit you're barely crackling
The issue you're not tackling
You're whiting up my blackening
You're whiting up my blackening
You're whiting up my blackening
You're fishing and I'm capturing
And you'll be eating after me
And you'll be eating after me
You're fishing and I'm capturing
And you'll be eating after me
And you'll be eating after me
