ChilliChops - PICKLE Lyrics

Woah woah woah woah woah
Is that Lyrical Dil I hear?
God...
Who's on AUX?
(Me!)
I'm sick of these Lyrical Dil guys
Play that new track I've been working on
Ayo turn my headphones up

I'm going balls to the wall ballin all day
You rap so slow pick up the pace
Its getting old get out the way
Few more songs you'll pick up a case

And pick up the phone it's DigBar calling
He wanna know when he'll stop being copied
Yeah it's a joke but still it's appalling
You got a flow like Stephen Hawking

You getting beat for free
Like the ones you get off YouTube
What the f*ck was Indian Heat?
That shit was actually doodoo

I do not f*ck with you fellas I'll keep it real as hell
If Ye heard Queers in Paris I think he would kill himself

Feet on the cover no damn shame
Save all that for your OnlyFans page
Showing All of the Dogs and some of your lyrics sounding like our pal Drake

It's ironic you make a profit
Begging these kids to fund your project
Don't respond bitch my time is precious don't wanna waste it dissing a novice

You were begging me to drop this for some quick clout on your next shit
Even you know that your fans don't give a f*ck 'til you getting dissed
Every album called some goofy shit like Pride and Prejudick
Y'all look like the physical embodiment of tetanus

But you ain't nailing shit you look like you let it crust
You know I'm the boogeyman sleep on me you getting touched
I'm the hardest in the game you can't even get it up
All you rap about is sex now you finally getting f*cked

You just rapping gobbledygook
My ears are thinking an apology's due
I kinda feel sorry for you
Cause I'm boutta go mano e mano with you

And you're following suits and I tailored 'em
I rise you run that's a gradient
Find me one of your fans I need to study their cranium
My glazers could sell out a stadium

Oh shit
This is the first time your music has sounded good
Damn

IChops lost my Chill
I'm going in for the kill
I'm tryna say how I feel
You in a pickle that's dil

You really write it record it release it and then say alright that's fire
Your rapping is laughable bro you on the mike like Myers

What's the matter dawg?
Ain't this what you were asking for?
Don't mess with the bull like it's basketball
Now you get the horns matador

Don't take it personal chill out don't get upset
Go get some weed from your dealer... ooh sorry touchy subject

Here's some advice feel free to ignore it
Maybe think twice before you put the f-slur in your chorus
Your song's still boring are you really better off?
I just hope they pull it up when you're tryna get a job

I admire your commitment to a uniform brand
You spread the same joke over 34 tracks
We don't wanna hear no more raps
So fall back
Yeah

Back yeah
Back yeah
Back back back yeah
Fall back
Fall back yeah
Fall back
Fall back yeah

Ay
This a two parter
New track I got new problems
Shoot back I just shoot harder
I do rap I don't do bargains

You mine now use caution
Pipe down look who's talkin'
Wipe down when I slide right on that mike now like i'm moonwalking

Features carrying your album must've done their back in
Suck at making music but still got humour like a band kid
Saying Belch on the track? That's what it sounds like when you're rapping
Your cover art's the only head that you'll ever be bagging

Try bounce back when I hit you with a Lo_Tap you ain't waking up fool
It's over for you once I let daddy know what you been up to
You playing Tiger well I'm the hunter
You and your ghost gone be dead when you say hello to my Buster

My girl's a straight ten
You just f*cking with some Grade 10s
Made a song called James Charles
Yeah that makes sense

Even beat you in the gay sense
You ain't even got the same zest
We make gaydars go haywire
Against us you straight men

Give thanks I'm a free bird
Hit the ground running now my knees hurt
Make a scene don't need to rehearse
Beat so hard I don't need words

Hit and run motherf*ckers then I reverse
It's second nature like a knee jerk
You always on that NLE thirst
You gotta prove you can do what you preach first

You gonna hit back with a weak verse
You're shit's wack I ain't seen worse
Tryna dig round cause you need dirt
Tryna tea bag you need tea first

You got a persona everything you spit is fake
It's ok to be gay but you making it sound straight
Breath smelling like piss from all that weed bro
At the Diddy party and your asses VIPs yo