Hold Up, Pt. 1: New Rappers Sound E

They hustling backwards. I said they hustling backwards. They hustling backwards. I said they hustling backwards. Fabricated, confused, but labeled as a rapper. More like a actor. Beat stops and they cease to front. Ride around town on these one-to-one poppies like a Stunt. Listening to wack shit like Lil Pump. Till they get popped and lay a little slumped. Or just so deep, they only live once. So damn pussy like your time of the month, That dog won't hunt. Steady bringing back like a Stay returning punts. Funny as hell like the Motherfucking Runt. Just a bunch of fucking cunts, Come get your ass bodied. Going for the kill like damn kamikaze. Same ass shit, goddamn carbon copy. Really though, I ask, what the fuck's a Lil Yachty? Plastic sleek shit, it's a scene like a Gotti. Mixtape sound like a trip to the potty. More ring zombies in the front of a Audi. These niggas so sloppy, to them it's a hobby. To me it's my life. Yo. To them it's a hobby. To me it's my fucking life. What's the right y'all gonna take it from me? Oh boy, you better back seven, ten feet. Hold up. You about to be six feet deep When you mess with me, boy. I got stripes And I'm honored, okay? Like a tiger, I go Growling. When I growl, y'all motherfuckers know not To come around then. 'Cause I'm freestyling on the Beat too legit and I'll never, ever quit. You can suck on my dick. 'Cause my beat, I mean you know who I be. Big JT, you can find me anywhere. I'm all in the street, killing the fucking industry. Man, fuck everybody in this bitch. They ain't me, they ain't kings, they ain't jeans. They ain't what they wanna be. They wanna be Like me because I'm JT. I'm ripping this shit, killing this shit. You know what? I'm flipping this shit, inventing This shit. I mean, I invented some shit that Y'all ain't did. Motherfuckers know I'm a cappella In this bitch, kid. Let's get it. Yeah, let's get it, kid