Three
[Verse 1: ML2]
Poser Rappers
Tied to rocks in the lake
I'm cherry cake in the quake
Filled with adherent snakes
I'm spring break to the hoes infatuated with fakes
Appalled with my views rake in Lucre like I'm Jake
Escaped from the eyes, the spotlight is on them
I never pass on the mic to a so-called friend
I got reverse flows, captivated by death
You fake showoff exhibitionists are better condemned
Yo
Switch up the lines got no time for a diss
I dare you to diss us, in fact, I insist
Hit us real quick and your shit is dismissed
Shooting your shot but you'll wish that you missed
Bitches should know I don't dare to resist
Hop on the track L U C to assist
Stuck in your pride but I hear it's a hiss
Stabbed in the back for the ice on my wrist
Three-Four, EP, no one can fuck with it
Verse like the dead sea, salty but stuck in it
YT beats, reversing the stock of it
Peeping the shit, shredding ears for the hell of it
[Verse 2: Luca Serrano]
Talking shit, I was raised with no love
Your persona fake as hell, I'm straight calling your bluff
I hit it now
I bump your shit on repeat
I record my shit and drop it
I set the bar up and you drop it
You soft and got a [?] often
44, the ones I'm dropping
Stick-shift, with a wrist [?]
Put ice on the shrimp dick
I plead the fifth
Officer don't believe that shit
I'm a dick first then honest second
Irrelevant shit, I'm a verse in Heaven
My life story is something reverend
I trust no thots, [?] send it