Spencer Bellamy - Trill P**** (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Trill Papi? b**h you never f**ing on a mami You wanna be the dopest but you're barely writing, hardly You must not really care if you tearing up your lyrics Your raps are stressed and micro compressed just like Cyrix I mean, I don't even take you that serious If you think you spitting fire then you must be delirious I don't know why n***as commenting like "Yo is you hearing this?" My only explanation is that they feel too bad for the kid Damn, I just went basic to a double time You can't drop sixteens, you barely manage fives You could inspire a generation and save lives But when I hear you rap it just makes me wanna suicide It's do or die and your health running low You better come through with some sh** to show n***as you don't blow I mean, lyrics trashier than landfills So bad that I wanna listen to Meek Mill Face it n***a, you a wannabe Mac Miller You wanna flow, I'll say "don't" like Bryson Tiller I only put you on Studio Sessions for a filler You ain't clever when I'm a lyrical serial k**er Look at the f**ing photo for the song bro Ugly a** motherf**er look like my left toe Go slob and choke on a dick, you don't get any hoes If you respond I'll just be surprised that you spoke You was planning Happy Days, it was cancelled Probably noticed that it sound gay, what happened When I hear you flow it feels like I'm getting ear cancer Sit down n***a, your whole life about to be dismantled Where do I start? You're annoying as sh** We can't make a joke without you acting just like a b**h Sounding like a gayer, and retarded Steve Urkel Alien looking n***a, straight outta crop circles You stick to the tough talk, until you get shot Metaphorical bullets with bars off the top You's a b**h-a** four eyed f*ggot So get your pen and paper ready if you up to the challenge, b**h [Verse 2] I learned the game from Drizzy Drake on The Language When Trill Papi opens his mouth I'm in anguish I'm bout to eat this n***a up like trill banquet So cold, I think this n***a need a blanket like woah The way you spitting is very pretentious No Hands remix with a positivity message Attitude switching up after a b**h left him I wish you would just shut the f** up for a couple seconds I wanna see my n***as go insane You be making verses for the n***as with no brain Admittedly I'm not the greatest in the game But I'd never be caught spitting RIOIP again If you're hearing this it's too late I was never f**ing with your music anyways You never a decent person, like on any days You really think that Jesus piece is gonna get you laid You more garbage than Azealea Banks That's a shoutout to Orion, we be breaking the bank And you's a broke a** n***a with a f**ed up face It's no wonder why Selena left you, what a disgrace You loved her so much you talked about her every day bruh If you some balls I wouldn't think you b**h made blur Flirting with n***as, so quick to say you ain't gay bruh Your sister get more p**y, shoutout Victoria Look, you know how this sh** goes I will always k** any of my foes As for your response, I'll be looking So rest in peace to the n***a Trill p**y, damn!