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Been waiting for this momma know that I'm ready
Used to be broke now I'm counting this fetti
In H-town I'm sweating I need to cool off might hit Johnny tell him I need more ice than a yeti
Presidential shit bitch I feel like I'm Teddy
Try f*ck with us gang gone spin like spaghetti
Hope you nocturnal cause we only pop up in the night catch you sleeping we creeping like Freddy
Try f*ck with us you get chopped like machete
Hands always steady my palms never sweaty
In Miami I'm chilling I'm up in the telly bitches pull up 2 black and 3 white just like Betty
Don't think you can win cause I did that already
Better watch your hoe changed my name in her celly
I'm with my guys just smoked on some gas so strong got us stupid like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Used to rock Reeboks now I'm rocking Fendi
Margiela, Louis V, Ricky, Balenci
Niggas that hate on me ones that still live with their mom nigga's broke nigga's working at Wendy's
Would buy my bitch an ass but I swear she got plenty
Would buy my bitch titties but she got 'em like Sydney
I take her shopping she new to this shit she turn and ask is it Givenchy or Givenchy
If I boss you up I'mma cut your ass right off if you start to let all this shit go to your head
If you think that you shit cause you leeching off me go to the doctor you must be off of your meds
Would say I count dead presidents but I'm counting straight blues and Ben Frank wasn't no pres
I f*ck that bitch in her spine then made that hoe scream I just made the bitch numb in her legs
Better stay on your toes
Niggas gone learn the hard way they ain't grown
I don't give a f*ck who you are do you know who I am when you speak boy you better watch your tone
I take your bitch I'mma nail her like Lowe's
Make your bitch wet make her drip like a hose
If you gotta problem with me I'mma up my blick and lay your ass stiff like a gnome
Been waiting for this momma know that I'm ready
Used to be broke now I'm counting this fetti
In H-town I'm sweating I need to cool off might hit Johnny tell him I need more ice than a yeti
Presidential shit bitch I feel like I'm Teddy
Try f*ck with us gang gone spin like spaghetti
Hope you nocturnal cause we only pop up in the night catch you sleeping we creeping like Freddy
Just gotta trust sometimes that I know what I'm doing I promise no need to be scared
I got a bad bitch who say she a freak told her hop in the whip take you back to my lair
I hit that hoe from the back and I'm smacking her ass and I pull the bitch right by her hair
If I f*ck with you then you better not f*ck with any other niggas CC don't like to share
Yeah
Got my head out my ass and put it on straight been balling ever since
I just got bored and ain't have shit to do so I took a little trip and went to Saks 5th
Side hoe gotta man said he work at 5 so she gone come to my crib at 6
If you gotta problem with me you can pull up right now no J Cole I got my stick
You get smacked you a bitch
Momma house on my wrist
I got some dirty ass shit in my cup I'm drinking this mud you would think I'm in Flint
I'm a dog like a Pitt
Stay away from Mike Vick
Thinking you gotta chance against me in this shit then you smoking dick boy you best get a grip
Huh, yeah
They ain't think I was ready, been ready for this shit since I came out the womb
Hot as me it ain't many, hotter than August or July or June
I stay away kicking shit with my goons
Moving lowkey making moves with my crew
Might not even know that it's me cause you can't see my face I'm that MF feeling like Doom
Lotta niggas broke and then wonder why cause niggas be lazy they sleep until noon
I been up 50 hours straight and I ain't take no breaks grinding hard man I'm cranking out tunes
Smoking on gas, smell the fumes
Bad bitch laying on me love the view
If you think you ahead of me better be watching your back cause I promise I'm on your ass soon, bitch
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Been waiting for this momma know that I'm ready
Used to be broke now I'm counting this fetti
In H-town I'm sweating I need to cool off might hit Johnny tell him I need more ice than a yeti
Presidential shit bitch I feel like I'm Teddy
Try f*ck with us gang gone spin like spaghetti
Hope you nocturnal cause we only pop up in the night catch you sleeping we creeping like Freddy
Try f*ck with us you get chopped like machete
Hands always steady my palms never sweaty
In Miami I'm chilling I'm up in the telly bitches pull up 2 black and 3 white just like Betty
Don't think you can win cause I did that already
Better watch your hoe changed my name in her celly
I'm with my guys just smoked on some gas so strong got us stupid like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Used to rock Reeboks now I'm rocking Fendi
Margiela, Louis V, Ricky, Balenci
Niggas that hate on me ones that still live with their mom nigga's broke nigga's working at Wendy's
Would buy my bitch an ass but I swear she got plenty
Would buy my bitch titties but she got 'em like Sydney
I take her shopping she new to this shit she turn and ask is it Givenchy or Givenchy
If I boss you up I'mma cut your ass right off if you start to let all this shit go to your head
If you think that you shit cause you leeching off me go to the doctor you must be off of your meds
Would say I count dead presidents but I'm counting straight blues and Ben Frank wasn't no pres
I f*ck that bitch in her spine then made that hoe scream I just made the bitch numb in her legs
Better stay on your toes
Niggas gone learn the hard way they ain't grown
I don't give a f*ck who you are do you know who I am when you speak boy you better watch your tone
I take your bitch I'mma nail her like Lowe's
Make your bitch wet make her drip like a hose
If you gotta problem with me I'mma up my blick and lay your ass stiff like a gnome
Been waiting for this momma know that I'm ready
Used to be broke now I'm counting this fetti
In H-town I'm sweating I need to cool off might hit Johnny tell him I need more ice than a yeti
Presidential shit bitch I feel like I'm Teddy
Try f*ck with us gang gone spin like spaghetti
Hope you nocturnal cause we only pop up in the night catch you sleeping we creeping like Freddy
Just gotta trust sometimes that I know what I'm doing I promise no need to be scared
I got a bad bitch who say she a freak told her hop in the whip take you back to my lair
I hit that hoe from the back and I'm smacking her ass and I pull the bitch right by her hair
If I f*ck with you then you better not f*ck with any other niggas CC don't like to share
Yeah
Got my head out my ass and put it on straight been balling ever since
I just got bored and ain't have shit to do so I took a little trip and went to Saks 5th
Side hoe gotta man said he work at 5 so she gone come to my crib at 6
If you gotta problem with me you can pull up right now no J Cole I got my stick
You get smacked you a bitch
Momma house on my wrist
I got some dirty ass shit in my cup I'm drinking this mud you would think I'm in Flint
I'm a dog like a Pitt
Stay away from Mike Vick
Thinking you gotta chance against me in this shit then you smoking dick boy you best get a grip
Huh, yeah
They ain't think I was ready, been ready for this shit since I came out the womb
Hot as me it ain't many, hotter than August or July or June
I stay away kicking shit with my goons
Moving lowkey making moves with my crew
Might not even know that it's me cause you can't see my face I'm that MF feeling like Doom
Lotta niggas broke and then wonder why cause niggas be lazy they sleep until noon
I been up 50 hours straight and I ain't take no breaks grinding hard man I'm cranking out tunes
Smoking on gas, smell the fumes
Bad bitch laying on me love the view
If you think you ahead of me better be watching your back cause I promise I'm on your ass soon, bitch
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Writer: ELI GEORGE SMITH, JAMIE WESTGARTH SHIELD, TOM PRENDERGAST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid


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