Nun Ta Sho

You ain't fucking no bodies

Bitch, you ain't stacking no paper, hoe

You rapping and talking 'bout this and that but got nun ta sho

You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams

I'm living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe

And you ain't fucking no bodies

Bitch, you ain't stacking no paper, hoe

You rapping and talking 'bout this and that but got nun ta sho

You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams

I'm living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe

All your fake designer clothing

Bitch, it ain't worth a dime

And well I'm mad that you can't open your mouth without telling a lie

Unless you 'bout to put a bigger rapper dick inside

And go to work until they say you might get signed

And I won't say your name

Cause then maybe your fifty-seven plays

Now we will track you down and might jump to fifty

Eight

And I can't give another rapper clout

No, no I can't

Unless it be Schema the posse the clique and I'm hoping that I claim

I can't believe that I am even giving you sixteen

I'm throwing a dog a bone cause I have some extra time free

You know, free?

F-R-double E like your Honda Accord

That the only type of rent your fake ass can afford

So keep on paying motherfuckers

So you can open up shows for one hit wonders

Why the fuck you doing this anymore?

Hoe, just quit while you not ahead

Nobody would even notice

It's coming up on the day you gon get exposed

You bogus (hocus pocus)