EEtha (feat. Lolo DaBoss, Big My & Revo Belle)

I don't even really I don't really gotta say too much forreal They already know When they see my name on the beat They already know what it is Nah forreal Yeah They don't know my name But they gon learn it Fuck they talking bout It's Revo Belle Bitch Lo Big My Tell them bitches stop playing so much Yeah Yeah Yeah UNH UNH This rapping shit be too fun Don't play with me like a console This ain't New York boy are you dumb You talk a lot are you done Stop talking back You my son Bitch I'm not the one or the two Or the three either They got all these guns They gon shoot you gon feel heaters Treat you like Big Rona Checking temperatures a high fever They know I'm the goat They gon fuck around and call Peta Trynna diss me on a song Imma give you the EEtha I ain't checking for no bitch It ain't no check in it Said he love me told him put his neck in it I ain't fucking round with no fuck nigga I been chasing trying get my bag bigger Bigger dreams bigger image Whatever my name on imma kill it Long live my brother imma make em feel it Lil bitch I call the shots and send them Only thing fifty bout me is these fifty rounds In my eyes bitch I'm the realist Bitch I'm the ticket These bitches be scared in person All the fuck I hear is the crickets My brothers be shooting shit like a snippet They want all the smoke behind me ain't no limit Can't let a nigga knock me off of my pivot No competition bitches know that I'm winning She's hot flammable Pretty radical Eating niggas up Like she's Hannibal Vibe intangible Soul is magical Queen of the jungle Going animal Rah Put me in the lime light Show you how to shine bright Center stage stealing the show Cuz baby it's my time right Rap is going under going under Going under Gone Bringing back hip hop reviving beats I breathe life call me God Perfect light being I'm flawed Solo never need a squad Everyday I'm living my truth You niggas lives facades Let's go I'm so legit solar clips Gotta let go to quit But that won't happen Been thru a lot of shit I'm proud of it But I got out of it And now I'm rapping Cut a lot of friends They was actin Left a lot of men They was capping Dropped a lot of plugs They was taxing Showed a lot of love Don't know what happened Let's go UNH UNH This rapping shit be too fun Don't play with me like a console This ain't New York boy are you dumb You talk a lot are you done Stop talking back You my son Bitch I'm not the one or the two Or the three either They got all these guns They gon shoot you gon feel heaters Treat you like Big Rona Checkin temperatures a high fever They know I'm the goat They gon fuck around and call Peta Trynna diss me on a song Imma give you the EEtha Mother father birth me I'm a scholar DC baby work me made me harder Every hood here got a Carter Every lil kid got a dollar I don't trust niggaz in Impalas Every week my sister in a parlor I almost got jumped into a gang Back when I was only seventeen But they ain't called gangs They called cliques Here we got nuggets and strips Y'all lil niggaz ain't up on shit Call up Duffy piss on y'all rip Call up Melvo he solid Yeah I heard your tape is garbage Take off on a plane it's private Like why the hell I need a pilot Know some niggaz that be fly as shit But they would never fly up out of here Why they do the things that they do Don't ask me I have no idea Don't talk to me cuz I do not care Don't cry to me about being fair If you lie to me Imma just stare At you Have my mans to come get you Better pray if they catch you I'm in love with my music I'm so glad that I met you You a lucky guy if I text you GOD willing I bless you I love what I do I just wanna be special I just wanna be free I just wanna be me I just wanna be ready When it's time for the big leagues I'm Trynna get me a Jeep New clients every week Cuz Jrob keep sending them Like when the fuck can I sleep UNH UNH This rapping shit be too fun Don't play with me like a console This ain't New York boy are you dumb You talk a lot are you done Stop talking back You my son Bitch I'm not the one or the two Or the three either They got all these guns They gon shoot you gon feel heaters Treat you like Big Rona Checkin temperatures a high fever They know I'm da goat They gon fuck around and call Peta Trynna diss me on a song Imma give you the EEtha