Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okay, okay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okayo, okayo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yea
Who you really know got a high like this?
His vert too high, but a kid 5'6
And he Asian too but he got big dick
Blue Eyez on the beat and he no sidekick
Open up that door when the lighter flick
Mind feeling wavy, man, that's my rip
Who you know got the likeness (wait huh?)
Who ain't f*ckin' the gossip (huh)
Ignoring all the nonsense (nah)
Hella locked in, like cuffs on an offence
She stuck on that high like glue, non toxic
Fake smiles, Jordan Peele production
Leave you shoutin' my name like Conductor (Conductor we have a problem)
Crazy that I really loved her
Didn't even bust when I f*cked her
Take shit back like my name was The Doctor
Run around town, with the windows down
Bitch the sunset drowned
My city look beautiful now
Ahh, ahh (Okay, okay)
Keep only good people around
I killed some demons and now
Ahh, ahh (Okay, ayy)
I walk around with no shadow
Tell me what the f*ck is that battle?
You talkin' baggage and marriage
I'm talkin' bags for my parents
You taking trips out to Paris
I'm diggin' crates, f*ck a clearance
When you look at me it's apparent
Eyes look like Zuko in appearance
Grew up on Willie Revillame
Jacksons, Journey, and Prince
In the Y.E.G, that be the city that I'm from, and that's on my back
Only time ya check ya self is when ya give the mic tap
Bitch I'm more locked in than kids round my block with a bike rack
Growing with the projects, newer shit smokin' you light packs
Hate when other rappers go on stage and they start rapping
With some lyrics in the background, like what the f*ck happened
To common practice, spit ya lyrics or turn off ya whack shit
Ask me to perform and you know that I'll say that
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okay, okay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okayo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okay, okay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okayo, okayo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yea
Who you really know got a high like this?
His vert too high, but a kid 5'6
And he Asian too but he got big dick
Blue Eyez on the beat and he no sidekick
Open up that door when the lighter flick
Mind feeling wavy, man, that's my rip
Who you know got the likeness (wait huh?)
Who ain't f*ckin' the gossip (huh)
Ignoring all the nonsense (nah)
Hella locked in, like cuffs on an offence
She stuck on that high like glue, non toxic
Fake smiles, Jordan Peele production
Leave you shoutin' my name like Conductor (Conductor we have a problem)
Crazy that I really loved her
Didn't even bust when I f*cked her
Take shit back like my name was The Doctor
Run around town, with the windows down
Bitch the sunset drowned
My city look beautiful now
Ahh, ahh (Okay, okay)
Keep only good people around
I killed some demons and now
Ahh, ahh (Okay, ayy)
I walk around with no shadow
Tell me what the f*ck is that battle?
You talkin' baggage and marriage
I'm talkin' bags for my parents
You taking trips out to Paris
I'm diggin' crates, f*ck a clearance
When you look at me it's apparent
Eyes look like Zuko in appearance
Grew up on Willie Revillame
Jacksons, Journey, and Prince
In the Y.E.G, that be the city that I'm from, and that's on my back
Only time ya check ya self is when ya give the mic tap
Bitch I'm more locked in than kids round my block with a bike rack
Growing with the projects, newer shit smokin' you light packs
Hate when other rappers go on stage and they start rapping
With some lyrics in the background, like what the f*ck happened
To common practice, spit ya lyrics or turn off ya whack shit
Ask me to perform and you know that I'll say that
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okay, okay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okayo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okay, okay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okayo, okayo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yea
Who you really know got a high like this?
His vert too high, but a kid 5'6
And he Asian too but he got big dick
Blue Eyez on the beat and he no sidekick
Open up that door when the lighter flick
Mind feeling wavy, man, that's my rip
Who you know got the likeness (wait huh?)
Who ain't f*ckin' the gossip (huh)
Ignoring all the nonsense (nah)
Hella locked in, like cuffs on an offence
She stuck on that high like glue, non toxic
Fake smiles, Jordan Peele production
Leave you shoutin' my name like Conductor (Conductor we have a problem)
Crazy that I really loved her
Didn't even bust when I f*cked her
Take shit back like my name was The Doctor
Run around town, with the windows down
Bitch the sunset drowned
My city look beautiful now
Ahh, ahh (Okay, okay)
Keep only good people around
I killed some demons and now
Ahh, ahh (Okay, ayy)
I walk around with no shadow
Tell me what the f*ck is that battle?
You talkin' baggage and marriage
I'm talkin' bags for my parents
You taking trips out to Paris
I'm diggin' crates, f*ck a clearance
When you look at me it's apparent
Eyes look like Zuko in appearance
Grew up on Willie Revillame
Jacksons, Journey, and Prince
In the Y.E.G, that be the city that I'm from, and that's on my back
Only time ya check ya self is when ya give the mic tap
Bitch I'm more locked in than kids round my block with a bike rack
Growing with the projects, newer shit smokin' you light packs
Hate when other rappers go on stage and they start rapping
With some lyrics in the background, like what the f*ck happened
To common practice, spit ya lyrics or turn off ya whack shit
Ask me to perform and you know that I'll say that
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okay, okay
Bitch it's free
And I do this shit with ease
F*ck with me
I could be that kid, no Diddy, cold degrees
Shootin' hoops, you can lie 'bout yo machines
Okayo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Writer: Patrick Tanda
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid