(Ferno, you spazzin')
(Yo, we got Houmi on this shit)
Hellcat, movin' (Skrt)
Bitch, I'm flying like a racer (Zoom)
Red cap, boolin (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm goin' up like an escalator
Pushin' the limit, my chain worth a ticket
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, I look like a baker
You're lamer then lame and you're faker than fake, I ain't worried, I'm focused on paper (Stacks)
It ain't no talkin with me, cause I live for action, always pistol packin, nigga (Boom)
I dropped 35 on my wrist, diamond lookin' like piss and I got it off trappin', nigga
F*ck a XXL, my gun ran out of shells, got another one sitting right under the seat
You don't wanna battle with me, dip and dabble for free, but I know that your talkin' is cheap
I'm shootin' out the big body, my choppa's the only nigga that I trust
I get an adrenaline rush when he talkin' tough
I'll go smoke that nigga like a blunt
If he wants the smoke then it's up
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you're talkin' 'bout such and such
Up the glock, I'ma squeeze it and bust and if my choppa jam, then I go grab the other one (Come Here)
Yeah, rockstar lifestyle (Rock, Slatt)
I feel like Sid Vicious
She like how I rap and I like how she spittin', it's different, we get it
I got the munchies, I eat up the money, that shit is delicious
Money and niggas the same, they come and they go, I just go 'bout my business
Damn right (HaHa)
I'm the nigga that they talkin' bout
Smokin' to much, I got cotton mouth
.357 in hand, bitch, I air it out
Why don't you some and show me what flex flex about?
Whenever I'm checkin' in, bitch, I'm not checkin' out
Smoke up my veggies, I don't need a check-up now
How you sayin' you was gang but you're tellin' now?
Shit don't make no sense
Hellcat, movin' (Skrt)
Bitch, I'm flying like a racer (Zoom)
Red cap, boolin (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm goin' up like an escalator
Pushin' the limit, my chain worth a ticket
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, I look like a baker
You're lamer then lame and you're faker than fake, I ain't worried, I'm focused on paper (Stacks)
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(Ferno, you spazzin')
(Yo, we got Houmi on this shit)
Hellcat, movin' (Skrt)
Bitch, I'm flying like a racer (Zoom)
Red cap, boolin (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm goin' up like an escalator
Pushin' the limit, my chain worth a ticket
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, I look like a baker
You're lamer then lame and you're faker than fake, I ain't worried, I'm focused on paper (Stacks)
It ain't no talkin with me, cause I live for action, always pistol packin, nigga (Boom)
I dropped 35 on my wrist, diamond lookin' like piss and I got it off trappin', nigga
F*ck a XXL, my gun ran out of shells, got another one sitting right under the seat
You don't wanna battle with me, dip and dabble for free, but I know that your talkin' is cheap
I'm shootin' out the big body, my choppa's the only nigga that I trust
I get an adrenaline rush when he talkin' tough
I'll go smoke that nigga like a blunt
If he wants the smoke then it's up
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you're talkin' 'bout such and such
Up the glock, I'ma squeeze it and bust and if my choppa jam, then I go grab the other one (Come Here)
Yeah, rockstar lifestyle (Rock, Slatt)
I feel like Sid Vicious
She like how I rap and I like how she spittin', it's different, we get it
I got the munchies, I eat up the money, that shit is delicious
Money and niggas the same, they come and they go, I just go 'bout my business
Damn right (HaHa)
I'm the nigga that they talkin' bout
Smokin' to much, I got cotton mouth
.357 in hand, bitch, I air it out
Why don't you some and show me what flex flex about?
Whenever I'm checkin' in, bitch, I'm not checkin' out
Smoke up my veggies, I don't need a check-up now
How you sayin' you was gang but you're tellin' now?
Shit don't make no sense
Hellcat, movin' (Skrt)
Bitch, I'm flying like a racer (Zoom)
Red cap, boolin (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm goin' up like an escalator
Pushin' the limit, my chain worth a ticket
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, I look like a baker
You're lamer then lame and you're faker than fake, I ain't worried, I'm focused on paper (Stacks)
(Yo, we got Houmi on this shit)
Hellcat, movin' (Skrt)
Bitch, I'm flying like a racer (Zoom)
Red cap, boolin (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm goin' up like an escalator
Pushin' the limit, my chain worth a ticket
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, I look like a baker
You're lamer then lame and you're faker than fake, I ain't worried, I'm focused on paper (Stacks)
It ain't no talkin with me, cause I live for action, always pistol packin, nigga (Boom)
I dropped 35 on my wrist, diamond lookin' like piss and I got it off trappin', nigga
F*ck a XXL, my gun ran out of shells, got another one sitting right under the seat
You don't wanna battle with me, dip and dabble for free, but I know that your talkin' is cheap
I'm shootin' out the big body, my choppa's the only nigga that I trust
I get an adrenaline rush when he talkin' tough
I'll go smoke that nigga like a blunt
If he wants the smoke then it's up
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you're talkin' 'bout such and such
Up the glock, I'ma squeeze it and bust and if my choppa jam, then I go grab the other one (Come Here)
Yeah, rockstar lifestyle (Rock, Slatt)
I feel like Sid Vicious
She like how I rap and I like how she spittin', it's different, we get it
I got the munchies, I eat up the money, that shit is delicious
Money and niggas the same, they come and they go, I just go 'bout my business
Damn right (HaHa)
I'm the nigga that they talkin' bout
Smokin' to much, I got cotton mouth
.357 in hand, bitch, I air it out
Why don't you some and show me what flex flex about?
Whenever I'm checkin' in, bitch, I'm not checkin' out
Smoke up my veggies, I don't need a check-up now
How you sayin' you was gang but you're tellin' now?
Shit don't make no sense
Hellcat, movin' (Skrt)
Bitch, I'm flying like a racer (Zoom)
Red cap, boolin (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm goin' up like an escalator
Pushin' the limit, my chain worth a ticket
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, I look like a baker
You're lamer then lame and you're faker than fake, I ain't worried, I'm focused on paper (Stacks)
Writer: Dior Don
Copyright: Lyrics © Dior Don
Copyright: Lyrics © Dior Don