Hypercar from Metropolis by Namir Blade

How many strippers can I fit into a sprinter van. I got it honest, I ain’t Martin but I been the man. I tell the homies put they feet up cause we been advanced. We just up against a bunch a niggas that we realer than. Cool stretch like a Canada Dry, Goose step, when they hand me the Wayne’s. Big drip, withmy hand on the wheel, big drift prolly bending the frame. East side, say it three times. Ain’t no peace sign, Issa war at your door. This a GTR, not a Nissan. Blink three times, and you covered in smoke. Crooked letter but we T’d of the smoke, ring a ling a GD at yo door. Ning Ning, it’s just me at yo throat. Bling bling, bitch it’s me on a boat. Whole team, but it’s me, I’m the coach. Whole ting can’t you see I’m the GOAT. I needa viva la bam me a moat. I needa viva la blurb bleablaah gablah thffff fuck.

Bitch I’m top five x3

On my worst day,

I go mach 5 x3

To all my ganstas, movers, hustlers, pimps , hoes, everybody — fuck that. I been going in since I was a little rugrat. Serving double Ls but don’t call this a comeback. Brotherhood packing steel I’m the one, I go Helios. Acrobatics from the top rope, ray mysterio. Bussing out the fabric automatic I’m Wandicimo. Shots to the head, blurry vision off the heezy hoe. Fuck you mean I ain’t about that life nigga, fuck you mean I ain’t about that work nigga. I had a dream that I was robbing a rap nigga come of them shoes that bling and that shirt nighas. This a stick up better put your fucking pen up. We don’t play well turn your favorite to a pinup. We don’t watch because the time we on is different.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• rap
• underground hip hop
• Nashville