She spy like KC undercover
Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover
Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you
Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya
Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya
Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child
I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild
You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out
How you think you worth shit, then you fall off the earth
How the hell you talkin' shit, but endin' up worse
This choppa will give you an answer, it can't put it to words, though
My niggas do what I say so, so get grah
This hoe walkin' around so sated, what's got you so jaded?
I really don't f*ck with you niggas, I don't wanna be famous
And nah I ain't payin' for a placement, y'all can't catch me doin' that, nah
Respect to all the prods, but that's some pussy shit
I put in work for shit, I don't play, I give a shit
I ain't hearin' shit from a motherf*cker that ain't givin' me shit
I can tell by the way she lookin' at you that she in love with the wrist
But not you, I'm finna wait till you get the message, shit
You not shit, trying to f*ck with me, I'll leave you ridin' a Hummer
Finna loot you like a llama, go and hit your hoe, unwrap her
This hoe told me she can't rock with me cause I'm a rapper
She call me a fiend, cause I'm steady hitting the green, ah-huh
She spy like KC undercover
Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover
Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you
Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya
Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya
Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child
I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild
You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out
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She spy like KC undercover
Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover
Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you
Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya
Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya
Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child
I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild
You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out
How you think you worth shit, then you fall off the earth
How the hell you talkin' shit, but endin' up worse
This choppa will give you an answer, it can't put it to words, though
My niggas do what I say so, so get grah
This hoe walkin' around so sated, what's got you so jaded?
I really don't f*ck with you niggas, I don't wanna be famous
And nah I ain't payin' for a placement, y'all can't catch me doin' that, nah
Respect to all the prods, but that's some pussy shit
I put in work for shit, I don't play, I give a shit
I ain't hearin' shit from a motherf*cker that ain't givin' me shit
I can tell by the way she lookin' at you that she in love with the wrist
But not you, I'm finna wait till you get the message, shit
You not shit, trying to f*ck with me, I'll leave you ridin' a Hummer
Finna loot you like a llama, go and hit your hoe, unwrap her
This hoe told me she can't rock with me cause I'm a rapper
She call me a fiend, cause I'm steady hitting the green, ah-huh
She spy like KC undercover
Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover
Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you
Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya
Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya
Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child
I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild
You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out
Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover
Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you
Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya
Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya
Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child
I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild
You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out
How you think you worth shit, then you fall off the earth
How the hell you talkin' shit, but endin' up worse
This choppa will give you an answer, it can't put it to words, though
My niggas do what I say so, so get grah
This hoe walkin' around so sated, what's got you so jaded?
I really don't f*ck with you niggas, I don't wanna be famous
And nah I ain't payin' for a placement, y'all can't catch me doin' that, nah
Respect to all the prods, but that's some pussy shit
I put in work for shit, I don't play, I give a shit
I ain't hearin' shit from a motherf*cker that ain't givin' me shit
I can tell by the way she lookin' at you that she in love with the wrist
But not you, I'm finna wait till you get the message, shit
You not shit, trying to f*ck with me, I'll leave you ridin' a Hummer
Finna loot you like a llama, go and hit your hoe, unwrap her
This hoe told me she can't rock with me cause I'm a rapper
She call me a fiend, cause I'm steady hitting the green, ah-huh
She spy like KC undercover
Hit glisten shine, I just might have to blow your cover
Got hella sticks, pop out, we'll give them bullets to you
Swervin' too fast, slow down, the V6 moving for ya
Gotta flash this style on ya, gotta crash the sky all on ya
Fax my shit, file the money, havin' a ball, child
I couldn't believe when I saw my first band, I went wild
You know what they say, when you get that money, you'll be wildin' out
Writer: Jayden Moore
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