Royce da 5'9" - I Dare You (freestyle) lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - I Dare You freestyle lyrics]
Im'ma give it to you straight this time
Lace this bomb
Bring it to your face 'til the jakes respond
Guard your shit
And I don't care how hard y'all hit
I got cats with bats you
Wouldn't play hardball with
I splatter intestines quick before
You can blast
So handle your weapon or get splattered
In a matter of seconds
And we ain't worried about threats
Cause God got us we're popping Crys
Y'all sipping moet byproducts
I ain't scared to die, let's die
It's gon' be either if we both die
Then your casket is gonna be cheaper
Yo you ain't a don
You don't even know what beef is
What you're competing with
Or hit and make concrete give
Yo I came out making it birth
Making it worse
Making a verse, sacred and shaking the earth
Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce but
They ain't got a voice
I'm doper than them so they
Ain't got a choice
Niggas be swearing battle battle
Not understanding themselves
They babble babble
That's why they stay on the shelves
Playing yourself
Promising threats to test y'all
Doing this rap shit until UPS calls
I see why you must hate me
I'm sharp enough to cut gravy
It's just crazy, niggas is such babies
Real as they coming dancing, killing for fun
Advancing, the heel of my
Thumb feeling my gun cock, squeeze
Make every nigga freeze in here
Stop breathing
It better be some cheese in here
If there's any MC's in here
I'm hope you read me clear
You're seeing teeth
Beef with the C's in here yo you ain't fly
I got shit that you can't buy
Yo you can't lie
You drink St ides and fake high
Take pie and try to flip it
You don't know nothing about that shit
If I was you, I wouldn't risk it
I ain't never gon' stop hitting you hard
Rap star you know spitting triple the bars
Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze
If you got shots to share
(we dare you, we dare you)
I ain't never gon' stop hitting your heart
Rap star you know spitting triple the bars
Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze
If you got shots to share
(we dare you, go ahead and pull it)
I ain't never gon' stop hitting your heart
Rap star you know spitting triple the bars
Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze
If you got shots to share
Lace this bomb
Bring it to your face 'til the jakes respond
Guard your shit
And I don't care how hard y'all hit
I got cats with bats you
Wouldn't play hardball with
I splatter intestines quick before
You can blast
So handle your weapon or get splattered
In a matter of seconds
And we ain't worried about threats
Cause God got us we're popping Crys
Y'all sipping moet byproducts
I ain't scared to die, let's die
It's gon' be either if we both die
Then your casket is gonna be cheaper
Yo you ain't a don
You don't even know what beef is
What you're competing with
Or hit and make concrete give
Yo I came out making it birth
Making it worse
Making a verse, sacred and shaking the earth
Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce but
They ain't got a voice
I'm doper than them so they
Ain't got a choice
Niggas be swearing battle battle
Not understanding themselves
They babble babble
That's why they stay on the shelves
Playing yourself
Promising threats to test y'all
Doing this rap shit until UPS calls
I see why you must hate me
I'm sharp enough to cut gravy
It's just crazy, niggas is such babies
Real as they coming dancing, killing for fun
Advancing, the heel of my
Thumb feeling my gun cock, squeeze
Make every nigga freeze in here
Stop breathing
It better be some cheese in here
If there's any MC's in here
I'm hope you read me clear
You're seeing teeth
Beef with the C's in here yo you ain't fly
I got shit that you can't buy
Yo you can't lie
You drink St ides and fake high
Take pie and try to flip it
You don't know nothing about that shit
If I was you, I wouldn't risk it
I ain't never gon' stop hitting you hard
Rap star you know spitting triple the bars
Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze
If you got shots to share
(we dare you, we dare you)
I ain't never gon' stop hitting your heart
Rap star you know spitting triple the bars
Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze
If you got shots to share
(we dare you, go ahead and pull it)
I ain't never gon' stop hitting your heart
Rap star you know spitting triple the bars
Put your Glocks in the air and squeeze
If you got shots to share