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Testin' Me (feat. Rugrat Demon) Video (MV)




Performed By: Erik Boci
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Erik Boci




Erik Boci - Testin' Me (feat. Rugrat Demon) Lyrics
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(Why they testin' me)
(Big two-four)
(Why they testin' me)
(Boci)
(Yeah, I count this cash why they testin' me)
(Count this cash why they testin' me)
Gotta count this cash why they testin' me?
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me
Uh, yeah
Testin' me
Why they testin' me? (why they testin' me)
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me (Uh)
Off of these drugs
I'm off of earth
I'm in the galaxy
Not poppin' no perc
I'm serving the junkies
They tryna get after me
Hated most island
I stay fly don't need no pilot
Talkin' checks yeah I be about it
Oh my team? know they wylin'
I went to your hood
And nobody knew you
Off of these drugs
I know I could lose you
All white mink
I look like a poodle
Closest mans gon' do you wrong
Yeah
Closest man gon' do you wrong
I'm high I'm outta space
Gotta count this cash why they testin' me?
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me
Uh, yeah
Testin' me
Why they testin' me? (why they testin' me)
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me (Uh)
Aye, gotta count this cash like why they testin' me?
Yo bitch want some dick she keep on textin' me
Bitch I'm cookin' up I got the recipe (Go, Go)
And if you is not the gang you can't get next to me
Hop in foreign then I'm gonna race off
I got the forty I might shoot your face off
You said you got shootas but we know that they soft
Your bitch at the crib imma hit like a baseball (Aye)
Imma hit like a baseball
(Aye)
Racks, cash you know that I get it
I'm with your bitch and the sky is the limit
Go inside SACS and the money I spend it
Pop me a Perc and I spin like a fidget
Your nigga pockets is short like a midget
Two tone baguettes and I need me a pendant
About to take a trip right to my dentist
Gotta smile a lot 'cause the ice all in it
Gotta count this cash why they testin' me?
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me
Uh, yeah
Testin' me
Why they testin' me? (why they testin' me)
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me (uh)
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(Why they testin' me)
(Big two-four)
(Why they testin' me)
(Boci)
(Yeah, I count this cash why they testin' me)
(Count this cash why they testin' me)
Gotta count this cash why they testin' me?
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me
Uh, yeah
Testin' me
Why they testin' me? (why they testin' me)
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me (Uh)
Off of these drugs
I'm off of earth
I'm in the galaxy
Not poppin' no perc
I'm serving the junkies
They tryna get after me
Hated most island
I stay fly don't need no pilot
Talkin' checks yeah I be about it
Oh my team? know they wylin'
I went to your hood
And nobody knew you
Off of these drugs
I know I could lose you
All white mink
I look like a poodle
Closest mans gon' do you wrong
Yeah
Closest man gon' do you wrong
I'm high I'm outta space
Gotta count this cash why they testin' me?
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me
Uh, yeah
Testin' me
Why they testin' me? (why they testin' me)
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me (Uh)
Aye, gotta count this cash like why they testin' me?
Yo bitch want some dick she keep on textin' me
Bitch I'm cookin' up I got the recipe (Go, Go)
And if you is not the gang you can't get next to me
Hop in foreign then I'm gonna race off
I got the forty I might shoot your face off
You said you got shootas but we know that they soft
Your bitch at the crib imma hit like a baseball (Aye)
Imma hit like a baseball
(Aye)
Racks, cash you know that I get it
I'm with your bitch and the sky is the limit
Go inside SACS and the money I spend it
Pop me a Perc and I spin like a fidget
Your nigga pockets is short like a midget
Two tone baguettes and I need me a pendant
About to take a trip right to my dentist
Gotta smile a lot 'cause the ice all in it
Gotta count this cash why they testin' me?
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me
Uh, yeah
Testin' me
Why they testin' me? (why they testin' me)
Hop up in the Tesla this is not a lease
Ice up on my wrist
You know my ice it gleam
I just hit that lick the feds not catching me (uh)
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