Yeah, yeah, she got two rocks in her ear, copped for you, boo, two stones
F*ck her till she dead, I might have to buy a tombstone
She doesn't like the old shit, she only like the new songs
I know she want to smoke because she only put the woo on
Yeah, and I'm rappin' with some nuance
You know how you got here, you know I put the crew on
Ask the question, I got something for you that you can chew on
I know you tryna dance, girl, you know I got my Lou on, Ouu
She want margarita pizza, I want margaritas
Tell her go and give a call if you ever need us
Got the records on the wall and it's hard to beat us
I got revenge last time, I swear that shit the sweetest
Who made the law of the land, drew the line in the sand
Catch me if you can, you're too impressed
I'm guessing you think you best, but who made all of the bands
Swear you one of the fans I fill all of the stands, what do you not understand
Yeah, I had her crushin' back in 10th grade
I been kickin' shit with shorty like I'm a sensei
I been makin' sure my pockets are full with Ben Frank
I don't have to worry about makin' sure that my rent paid
Swear she only like the play in snow, I'm talkin cocaine
This is my terrain, why you comin' in my domain
I got me a sniper and he doesn't have a low range
She called me a killer, now I'm feelin' like I'm Ojjjjj
Okay, always keep the wrist lit, always keep the tip in
Side kick, I felt like I'm M.J. you was Pippen
I don't know what's goin' on, but lately you been grippin'
Trippin', all I'm tryna do is get the chicken
When'd you start the smokin', I am not talkin' bout brisket
Who been on your wish list
Who you want for Christmas
Who gon' get this stick lit
I hope that it's a thick biihhhh, thick bitch
I'm just playin', baby, just for fun
If it's from trust friends, I told her I don't trust the funds
And if he steppin' out of line, I'll make sure justice done, yeah
Lane switcher, I ain't takin' pictures
You can come and hitch up, you should keep your chin up
I been sippin' liquor, now I gotta stitch up
I been gettin' richer, these pockets know more little
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Yeah, yeah, she got two rocks in her ear, copped for you, boo, two stones
F*ck her till she dead, I might have to buy a tombstone
She doesn't like the old shit, she only like the new songs
I know she want to smoke because she only put the woo on
Yeah, and I'm rappin' with some nuance
You know how you got here, you know I put the crew on
Ask the question, I got something for you that you can chew on
I know you tryna dance, girl, you know I got my Lou on, Ouu
She want margarita pizza, I want margaritas
Tell her go and give a call if you ever need us
Got the records on the wall and it's hard to beat us
I got revenge last time, I swear that shit the sweetest
Who made the law of the land, drew the line in the sand
Catch me if you can, you're too impressed
I'm guessing you think you best, but who made all of the bands
Swear you one of the fans I fill all of the stands, what do you not understand
Yeah, I had her crushin' back in 10th grade
I been kickin' shit with shorty like I'm a sensei
I been makin' sure my pockets are full with Ben Frank
I don't have to worry about makin' sure that my rent paid
Swear she only like the play in snow, I'm talkin cocaine
This is my terrain, why you comin' in my domain
I got me a sniper and he doesn't have a low range
She called me a killer, now I'm feelin' like I'm Ojjjjj
Okay, always keep the wrist lit, always keep the tip in
Side kick, I felt like I'm M.J. you was Pippen
I don't know what's goin' on, but lately you been grippin'
Trippin', all I'm tryna do is get the chicken
When'd you start the smokin', I am not talkin' bout brisket
Who been on your wish list
Who you want for Christmas
Who gon' get this stick lit
I hope that it's a thick biihhhh, thick bitch
I'm just playin', baby, just for fun
If it's from trust friends, I told her I don't trust the funds
And if he steppin' out of line, I'll make sure justice done, yeah
Lane switcher, I ain't takin' pictures
You can come and hitch up, you should keep your chin up
I been sippin' liquor, now I gotta stitch up
I been gettin' richer, these pockets know more little
F*ck her till she dead, I might have to buy a tombstone
She doesn't like the old shit, she only like the new songs
I know she want to smoke because she only put the woo on
Yeah, and I'm rappin' with some nuance
You know how you got here, you know I put the crew on
Ask the question, I got something for you that you can chew on
I know you tryna dance, girl, you know I got my Lou on, Ouu
She want margarita pizza, I want margaritas
Tell her go and give a call if you ever need us
Got the records on the wall and it's hard to beat us
I got revenge last time, I swear that shit the sweetest
Who made the law of the land, drew the line in the sand
Catch me if you can, you're too impressed
I'm guessing you think you best, but who made all of the bands
Swear you one of the fans I fill all of the stands, what do you not understand
Yeah, I had her crushin' back in 10th grade
I been kickin' shit with shorty like I'm a sensei
I been makin' sure my pockets are full with Ben Frank
I don't have to worry about makin' sure that my rent paid
Swear she only like the play in snow, I'm talkin cocaine
This is my terrain, why you comin' in my domain
I got me a sniper and he doesn't have a low range
She called me a killer, now I'm feelin' like I'm Ojjjjj
Okay, always keep the wrist lit, always keep the tip in
Side kick, I felt like I'm M.J. you was Pippen
I don't know what's goin' on, but lately you been grippin'
Trippin', all I'm tryna do is get the chicken
When'd you start the smokin', I am not talkin' bout brisket
Who been on your wish list
Who you want for Christmas
Who gon' get this stick lit
I hope that it's a thick biihhhh, thick bitch
I'm just playin', baby, just for fun
If it's from trust friends, I told her I don't trust the funds
And if he steppin' out of line, I'll make sure justice done, yeah
Lane switcher, I ain't takin' pictures
You can come and hitch up, you should keep your chin up
I been sippin' liquor, now I gotta stitch up
I been gettin' richer, these pockets know more little
Writer: Joshua Blumenson
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