Who Are You? Kerser

[Intro]
Makin' moves every week, see I’m too smart
Hi, I’m Kers', now who the fuck are you, brah?

[Verse 1]
Till you *bap pap pap* I'mma run this shit
If I get hit, I pull it out and I crunch that shit
You think I came this far to fuckin' have a regret?
I hit the jackpot and I ain’t been happier yet
No swag like Kers' tell ‘em get they own
I could make a banger out of fuckin' metronome
I could get a bitch keen if she look in my eye
I could have her legs up with her foot in the sky
There ain’t none like me, self-made for real
ABK Records, who you think made the deal?
I’m made of steel, these rappers ain’t shit
And tell Tracy Grimshaw to have another fit
Never gave a fuck it’s the way of the Kers
If websites ring tell ‘em pay me up first
Smoking on a big blunt
Still the same sick cunt
5 cars in a row, who was talking shit brah?
No reply imma focus on my money man
Which hurts you so we kinda got the upper hand
Entourage roll deep you talking one now
We can come to your town and get you run out
My fan base know the go when I do this
Fuck it imma rock a watch on two wrists
To fresh for the scene I’m a straight kill
Let me take a second I’m about to pop my eighth pill