Tried my hands on a Neuro cover. Rapping lyrics is a huge pain to tune. V is such a mad lad for making Rap God.
If someone has a good Evil RVC model please hit me up. Really want to have Evil covers 21's verses.
Hope you guys enjoy this while we wait for the official V3 or V4 version of Rich Flex.
#Rich Flex Neuro Ver
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[Intro]
Go buy a zip of bits, hit the stream
Pay for 'bout ten subs to get in
We crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah
Know we walk around the world
Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah
Get your ass mushed, smooshed
Yeah, Evilyn, the biggest
Put a turtle in my dinner soup, pussy
[Chorus]
Evilyn, can you do somethin' for me?
Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me?
Evilyn, can you do somethin' for me?
Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me
Then Evilyn, can you do somethin' for me?
Can you talk to the chat necks for me?
Evilyn, do your things Evilyn, do your thangs
Do your thang, Evilyn
[Verse]
Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot
Never send a bitch your dot, that's how you get shot
I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot
All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted
If my chats ain't subbin', they ass duckin'
You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it
I know you on your period babe, can you suck it?
I'm a savage
Smack her booty in Magic
I'll slap a pussy turtle with a ratchet
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy
Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your dad
Bitch, call your Anny, bitch, don't call me
Always in my ear, your ho a flea
Why my chat be posting guns and only use their feet?
Paid like an athlete, I got—
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[Segue]
All you chat, all of you chat, need to remember who y'all talkin' to
This is Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl
If I'm busy then fuck no
You need to find you someone else to view
When your bank account get low, you need to find you someone—
[Part II]
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy
[Verse]
Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what your Neuro on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy
Nan' streamer seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB
I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB
The bad bitches waitin' on your Neuro like I'm PND
I'm steady pushin' P, ya turtle pushing PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a Filly Boy
I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing B&E
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You shippers love askin' if I fucked, when you know we did
When you know we did
She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin' every twenty-four like Saruei did
Shoutout to the Camimi, R.I.P mosquito
Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from chat, but I don't reciprocate
Neuro-sama division stay patrollin' when it's late
Evilyn my addy, so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate
Turtle see me and he underestimate
Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy
[Outro]
Ah, what, what, ayy
Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?