Go DJ WillThaRapper

[Intro]
Squad, squad, squad, squad
Squad, squad
Its WillThaRapper, nigga
Beat Bully 3, brought to you by me
You hear me, shout out squad, WSL shit (WSL shit)
Fuck they talkin' 'bout, man? (Fuck they talkin' bout man?)
Say, look (Say, look)

[Verse 1]
I'm the realest young nigga from the city you hate
From where the real niggas rare, but there's plenty of fakes
And I be all up in the trenches where my enemies ain't
They selling bold and selling coke, like a energy drink
They say go, go, go DJ
But I don't need no DJ
No, no reply, y'all better hear what he say
Started writing raps, that shit was smoother than a cheese cake
And now my whole watch face bust down with the freeze face
Shit I feel like CJ from San Andreas
Hold on, man, let me sit down 'cause I can't stand y'all haters
I serve myself my own drinks 'cause I can't stand y'all waiters
And smoke good out the woods, man, I can't stand y'all papers
And I can't grab no favors, no nigga offered me shit
I heard that nigga talking slick, then it's off with his lips
I put a hole in his ribs like a shark bit his hip
I pulled up and stop the whip, look like I'm parking this shit
I get the spark in this shit, and they start running towards line
Niggas talking sour, so I squeeze it like a lemon lime
Bitch I won the race before they even track my finish time
Squad eating good if the table set at dinner time
Niggas be on bitches times, I don't be on bitches lines
Niggas before bitches, I ain't trippin, I got ten of mine
Nigga I'm a menace, I'm Cane in the booth
I press a button, drop the top, and drop the brain off the coupe
It's not chicken head, it's noodle turn his brain into soup
No quiet storm, I get the flow, and make it rain in the booth
Don't need the red dot 'cause I don't even aim when I shoot
I got a drum, I let it dump, and put a stain in the suit
Hold up gotta take a break, lemme get that
Huh, lets get it
Say look, look