Ayy, Dj Showoutt, fuck goin' on?) Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy I really just like how I sound on these beats I don't even be meanin' a flow like this None of that shit, this shit just be going on like this (Young Cutta, run it up) Ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy I feel like these niggas just gotta feel me, you know, I'm just I just high, talk my shit I just play that shit accordingly, you know Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hol' on
Hocus pocus, pop up on 'em with this ratchet Niggas hate 'cause we got plenty cake and they be livin' tragic I got bitches tryna fuck 'cause they see racks in all this cash That ho call me Michael Jackson put a glove on when I'm smashin' I got bows inside the cabinet, what you need? I'ma break him down, I'm tryna stretch him limousine (I'm tryna stretch him) Ride through Hollywood, I drop the top and pour in lean (Gang) We got more clips than a movie hit his block, we shooting scenes Ayy, come and rob who? Which one you niggas tryin'? If everybody with the shits, then bitch which one you niggas lying? Say he blitzin', call him Simba, that pussy nigga lion Hit the top with all my partners, bitch I feel it's perfect timing (Gang, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on) And they know I keep a hammer, get my Thor on (Get my Thor on) Lot of straps inside this bitch, it look like Warzone (Bah, bah, bah, pow) Try to slide for one of your partners and get toed on That type of shit'll go wrong them statements gon' get wrote on (Dumbass) They ain't gotta let me in 'cause I'ma move y'all The dick that's on that gun, it ain't been used and it got blue balls Push up with that weight, lil' bro'll move it like the U-Haul I'm rollin' like some skates I poured an eight and that bitch too raw (Drank) Red dot upon his nose, I leave 'em froze, I call him Rudolph Spent some racks upon my toes and all my clothes bitch, I done flew off They in love with giving noggin' make them hoes come have a chew out I see all you niggas scared just use your head 'fore it get blew out Ayy, ayy, I got some change on me, I ain't changed, nigga (Bitch) Quincho steady poppin' shit just like a painkiller (I'm poppin') Gave my team them racks then went and bought a chain, nigga (Gang) A lot of bitches tryin' to kick it, Liu Kang, nigga A lot of bitches on me, bitches want me 'cause the Rollie dance Ain't no in between, I'm gettin' the green, the guacamole, man You the type of nigga hit the screen and pay for Onlyfans Murder, robbin', trappin', stealin', all up in my homie plans I put hoes in goalie stance when I stand 'em I'm gon' fuck hoes in a ratchet having more hoes than a pageant Get the backend and I stack it it hit past ten and I'm trappin' Then I'm all ten when it's action I'ma keep it real, no flaggin' (Gang, hol' on)
Ayy, niggas know I got it from my daddy Ayy, ayy, that bitch tryna twerk the jelly I'ma take the lil' ho to the telly, ayy So much numbers, add up barely, hold on Lot of choppas in this bitch like Call of Duty, hol' on Bruce Wayne, hoppin' out, we shoot a movie, hol' on Hol' on, he ain't never played with Stoogie She got more dome than Stewie mm, mm, mm, not doozy, hol' on Hey, choppa leave him wet just like jacuzzi Ayy, ayy 'Cause I'm hard
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