Ayo, we out here
(A-A-A.S. ØNE get hella money)
Yo let's hop in
Stepped into the beat, Har-Hard like her feet
Feelin away in a far, I drive a car
Sike I bike, my Insta you like
That was not a f*cking lie
Cry, cry, cry
Cry on your mom, bitch I'm the bomb
Apple dot com, like my name, is Rom
I don't write shit down, straight from the dome
I am alone, I am insane
They call me Bane because I took all the fame
They say I got game
Seven bitches in the bag
Lookin' like rags, my nuts so sag
In yo dag
I'm a looney tune that's worst than Buggs Bunny
You catch me buzzed like I be around your honey
People who try to mess with me are straight up dummies
And these rappers ain't comedians, but they whack raps are funny
And ayo, I'll never crack a superman
Cause I never bought a comic
Every time I get sick with my raps
I'll make you vomit
I'm a lyricist watch out cause all the queens get to hit
Them dudes doin' stunts on that fear factor show is fearing this
So get sonic and knuckle up
I love girls with bubble buts
I ain't R Kelly, but kid double up
I'm a chariot, you my horse
Hopped out the porch, like a corsk
I'mma drop a body, I'mma drop a corpse
Looked through my gallery
Looked through my mixer
Feeling like it's physics, but really it's that chemistry
I am documented, I am not illegal
I am not a block, so I cannot type
I am all hype, no f*cking skill
I had sex and yes bitch, I paid the bill
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Ayo, we out here
(A-A-A.S. ØNE get hella money)
Yo let's hop in
Stepped into the beat, Har-Hard like her feet
Feelin away in a far, I drive a car
Sike I bike, my Insta you like
That was not a f*cking lie
Cry, cry, cry
Cry on your mom, bitch I'm the bomb
Apple dot com, like my name, is Rom
I don't write shit down, straight from the dome
I am alone, I am insane
They call me Bane because I took all the fame
They say I got game
Seven bitches in the bag
Lookin' like rags, my nuts so sag
In yo dag
I'm a looney tune that's worst than Buggs Bunny
You catch me buzzed like I be around your honey
People who try to mess with me are straight up dummies
And these rappers ain't comedians, but they whack raps are funny
And ayo, I'll never crack a superman
Cause I never bought a comic
Every time I get sick with my raps
I'll make you vomit
I'm a lyricist watch out cause all the queens get to hit
Them dudes doin' stunts on that fear factor show is fearing this
So get sonic and knuckle up
I love girls with bubble buts
I ain't R Kelly, but kid double up
I'm a chariot, you my horse
Hopped out the porch, like a corsk
I'mma drop a body, I'mma drop a corpse
Looked through my gallery
Looked through my mixer
Feeling like it's physics, but really it's that chemistry
I am documented, I am not illegal
I am not a block, so I cannot type
I am all hype, no f*cking skill
I had sex and yes bitch, I paid the bill
(A-A-A.S. ØNE get hella money)
Yo let's hop in
Stepped into the beat, Har-Hard like her feet
Feelin away in a far, I drive a car
Sike I bike, my Insta you like
That was not a f*cking lie
Cry, cry, cry
Cry on your mom, bitch I'm the bomb
Apple dot com, like my name, is Rom
I don't write shit down, straight from the dome
I am alone, I am insane
They call me Bane because I took all the fame
They say I got game
Seven bitches in the bag
Lookin' like rags, my nuts so sag
In yo dag
I'm a looney tune that's worst than Buggs Bunny
You catch me buzzed like I be around your honey
People who try to mess with me are straight up dummies
And these rappers ain't comedians, but they whack raps are funny
And ayo, I'll never crack a superman
Cause I never bought a comic
Every time I get sick with my raps
I'll make you vomit
I'm a lyricist watch out cause all the queens get to hit
Them dudes doin' stunts on that fear factor show is fearing this
So get sonic and knuckle up
I love girls with bubble buts
I ain't R Kelly, but kid double up
I'm a chariot, you my horse
Hopped out the porch, like a corsk
I'mma drop a body, I'mma drop a corpse
Looked through my gallery
Looked through my mixer
Feeling like it's physics, but really it's that chemistry
I am documented, I am not illegal
I am not a block, so I cannot type
I am all hype, no f*cking skill
I had sex and yes bitch, I paid the bill
Writer: Omar Salem
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid