lirik lagu neighborhood gangster - 300 bodies in 3 minutes
(intro – calm but deadly)
yeah… 3 minutes, unlimited damage
i ain’t name~droppin’ for clout—i’m droppin’ names like coffins
let’s go
(verse – full 3~minute breakdown)
started with the barbie, fake queen, same story
you got beef with every b~tch, but still beg for glory
dragged sza? for what? she don’t rap, she sing
b~tch you beefin’ with the wind for attention, it’s a thing
your crown dipped in plastic, flows outdated
your pen died in ‘12, now your legacy faded
that big foot track? trash embarrassment, facts
shoulda buried that beat with your man’s rape past
and your fans? hype you like you built the map
but your kingdom’s made of gimmicks, surgery, and cap
talkin’ ’bout your child like he born from the gods
but the dad wearin’ cuffs and the whole house fraud
let’s talk suki—booty out on baddies
sellin’ drama for zeus checks, actin’ real nasty
you beefin’ with cupcakke, you beefin’ with jt
b~tch, you need a therapist, not a f~ckin’ beat
you bark loud on live, but fold in a set
you get stomped out by the cast you ain’t met yet
doin’ splits for a scene, flashin’ coochie in the wind
just to be in shade rooms with no career to defend
now back to the teen with the bark but no bite
alabama barker—more plastic than night lights
she post thirst traps, screamin’ “hood” from the hills
b~tch, you born in a mansion, stop poppin’ them pills
tryna steal flow from lotto, post up like you real
but the internet raised you, we know the deal
you a tiktok prop with a white mama pass
but that ass ain’t culture—just surgery and sass
nicki, you married a monster and doubled down
dropped a big foot track with clown~ass sounds
you dropped tracks for teens, but you 40 with rage
actin’ like you poppin’—b~tch, stay off the stage
you made a deal with the devil, now the throne crumblin’
all these lil’ queens out now got your ego fumblin’
you built a wall around lies, hate, and s~x
but forgot the real world cut deeper than threats
(outro – whisper cold)
3 minutes, 300 bodies no auto~tune no gimmicks just truth
next time you rap about feet—walk your ass out the game
want this beat~tagged, broken into performance bars, or made into a studio session~ready structure?
i got you, soldier this was straight slaughter
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