(Reverse Evan laugh)
Y'all thought it was over, y'all thought I was done
I was in that Rover, yeah, I whip it just for fun
I'm top two, not two, yeah, I'm the one
I'm a f*ckin' daddy, yeah, y'all are my sons
Intro bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha, haha
I pull up too clean, I pull up too fresh
I'm live in the flesh, Big Xshon run the sesh till I'm out my breath
I leave her face a mess
Team on my back, I wear the f*ckin' vest
Top of this shit like I got a nest
Thought you was a vet but you coach pet
Rat shit is bad shit, I did not forget
Care too much about that bitch, she failed the test
Shit be so lame, I swear I hear the crickets
Last weed I smoked, I swear that shit was wicked
I ain't worried bout no tickets so I push 180
Remember they used to hate me, used to think I was crazy
Now when they see me, they gotta glaze me
Parade in my city, I ain't talkin' Macy
I do this shit on the daily, run it up like Eddie Lacey
Big Xshon in this bitch, and he call him Tracy
I ain't no bitch, I'm callin' em JB
Call up shooters, and you get deleted
Stealin' the money, I make em' seasick
Y'all some goofies, it's comedic
Run the game, it's strategic
Hustle, break your leg, but it's not orthopedic
Hustle to the f*ckin' top, and I swear the view is scenic (huh, huh, huh)
I swear it's f*ckin' scenic
She suckin' on my penis
Like I'm Gilbert Arenas
I'm the ring and I hit like Ali
Don't got no pardon, I ain't Dolly
Whip is all red, it look like hot tamali
She on my dick and she ride like trolley
I'm a dog, hit her raw like a border collie
Always stay strapped in this bitch, you can't rob me
Back in Cent days, dropped Sloppy Toppy
Y'all be dick ridin', Kawasaki
All about my chicken, talkin' bout teriyaki
I can not kick it with a Maserati
Pull up, I skrt off like I'm Ricky Bobby
Zombie off the lean, I be feelin' groggy
We cannot f*ck unless it's doggy
Team death match, I catch a body
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(Reverse Evan laugh)
Y'all thought it was over, y'all thought I was done
I was in that Rover, yeah, I whip it just for fun
I'm top two, not two, yeah, I'm the one
I'm a f*ckin' daddy, yeah, y'all are my sons
Intro bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha, haha
I pull up too clean, I pull up too fresh
I'm live in the flesh, Big Xshon run the sesh till I'm out my breath
I leave her face a mess
Team on my back, I wear the f*ckin' vest
Top of this shit like I got a nest
Thought you was a vet but you coach pet
Rat shit is bad shit, I did not forget
Care too much about that bitch, she failed the test
Shit be so lame, I swear I hear the crickets
Last weed I smoked, I swear that shit was wicked
I ain't worried bout no tickets so I push 180
Remember they used to hate me, used to think I was crazy
Now when they see me, they gotta glaze me
Parade in my city, I ain't talkin' Macy
I do this shit on the daily, run it up like Eddie Lacey
Big Xshon in this bitch, and he call him Tracy
I ain't no bitch, I'm callin' em JB
Call up shooters, and you get deleted
Stealin' the money, I make em' seasick
Y'all some goofies, it's comedic
Run the game, it's strategic
Hustle, break your leg, but it's not orthopedic
Hustle to the f*ckin' top, and I swear the view is scenic (huh, huh, huh)
I swear it's f*ckin' scenic
She suckin' on my penis
Like I'm Gilbert Arenas
I'm the ring and I hit like Ali
Don't got no pardon, I ain't Dolly
Whip is all red, it look like hot tamali
She on my dick and she ride like trolley
I'm a dog, hit her raw like a border collie
Always stay strapped in this bitch, you can't rob me
Back in Cent days, dropped Sloppy Toppy
Y'all be dick ridin', Kawasaki
All about my chicken, talkin' bout teriyaki
I can not kick it with a Maserati
Pull up, I skrt off like I'm Ricky Bobby
Zombie off the lean, I be feelin' groggy
We cannot f*ck unless it's doggy
Team death match, I catch a body
Y'all thought it was over, y'all thought I was done
I was in that Rover, yeah, I whip it just for fun
I'm top two, not two, yeah, I'm the one
I'm a f*ckin' daddy, yeah, y'all are my sons
Intro bitch, ha, ha, ha, ha, haha
I pull up too clean, I pull up too fresh
I'm live in the flesh, Big Xshon run the sesh till I'm out my breath
I leave her face a mess
Team on my back, I wear the f*ckin' vest
Top of this shit like I got a nest
Thought you was a vet but you coach pet
Rat shit is bad shit, I did not forget
Care too much about that bitch, she failed the test
Shit be so lame, I swear I hear the crickets
Last weed I smoked, I swear that shit was wicked
I ain't worried bout no tickets so I push 180
Remember they used to hate me, used to think I was crazy
Now when they see me, they gotta glaze me
Parade in my city, I ain't talkin' Macy
I do this shit on the daily, run it up like Eddie Lacey
Big Xshon in this bitch, and he call him Tracy
I ain't no bitch, I'm callin' em JB
Call up shooters, and you get deleted
Stealin' the money, I make em' seasick
Y'all some goofies, it's comedic
Run the game, it's strategic
Hustle, break your leg, but it's not orthopedic
Hustle to the f*ckin' top, and I swear the view is scenic (huh, huh, huh)
I swear it's f*ckin' scenic
She suckin' on my penis
Like I'm Gilbert Arenas
I'm the ring and I hit like Ali
Don't got no pardon, I ain't Dolly
Whip is all red, it look like hot tamali
She on my dick and she ride like trolley
I'm a dog, hit her raw like a border collie
Always stay strapped in this bitch, you can't rob me
Back in Cent days, dropped Sloppy Toppy
Y'all be dick ridin', Kawasaki
All about my chicken, talkin' bout teriyaki
I can not kick it with a Maserati
Pull up, I skrt off like I'm Ricky Bobby
Zombie off the lean, I be feelin' groggy
We cannot f*ck unless it's doggy
Team death match, I catch a body
Writer: Abdul Jaber
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