Somebody Better Tell 'em

Duration

3:24

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

chorus Somebody better tell ‘em Their records gon’ stop sellin Cause I’ma stack this paper to the mother fucken ceiling Somebody better tell ‘em lil rizky is a felon With Az-tek on the beat just hurtin rappers feelings Somebody better tell ‘em, s- Somebody better tell ‘em Somebody better tell ‘em, s- Somebody better tell ‘em Somebody better tell ‘em, I’m here to make a million I’m a stacking this paper like a mother fucken building Verse 1 It won’t be long before these bitches start to gossip bout lil rizky, on the net or in their office and I think nothing of it, matter of fact I simply love it jealousy in your eyes when I’m walking out in public I’m the topic of discussion so they discuss me so Eminem, this must mean I’m disgusting and all these haters wanna do is just touch me but all your little girlfriends wanna just fuck me This game is so for us, cause this game is corrupt (spits) there’s some venom, for your mother fucken cups Till you glasses fill up, and we killing you rappers like what the fuck is up, lil rizk don’t give a fuck But I’m feeling paranoid so in rizk I trust Now I’m in the fast lane, so kiss my dust Deposit so much money that the banks erupts Ha ha Call it bank-rupt somebody better ‘tell em chorus Somebody better tell ‘em Their records gon’ stop sellin Cause I’ma stack this paper to the mother fucken ceiling Somebody better tell ‘em lil rizky is a felon With Az-tek on the beat just hurtin rappers feelings Somebody better tell ‘em, s- Somebody better tell ‘em Somebody better tell ‘em, s- Somebody better tell ‘em Somebody better tell ‘em, I’m here to make a million I’m a stacking this paper like a mother fucken building for real verse 2 somebody better tell ‘em what I’m gonna do and if you fuck with me I’m a fuck with you I’m winning this shit like I got none to lose somebody better tell ‘em that I’m coming through and I’m back like I left my keys on the table baby and none ay’all can see me like an asian baby black or corcatian, I need an impatient lady who’s freaky for the bed anytime I’m playing baby like I play hot-wheels, bitch I’m making hot deals I’m on fire, like I’m cooking hot meals Homie you can not steal, my swagga’s magic But it hurts these rappers like a dagger in their tactics Blood on their jackets, I’m all about the rackets Try to fuck with me, I’m a stick to you like magnets cover you with elastics like mr. fantastic Now I’ma let Az-tek tell you fucken bastards for real chorus Somebody better tell ‘em Their records gon’ stop sellin Cause I’ma stack this paper to the mother fucken ceiling Somebody better tell ‘em lil rizky is a felon With Az-tek on the beat just hurtin rappers feelings Somebody better tell ‘em, s- Somebody better tell ‘em Somebody better tell ‘em, s- Somebody better tell ‘em Somebody better tell ‘em, I’m here to make a million I’m a stacking this paper like a mother fucken building for real