I'm like whatchu need? I got the dankest of tree
See yo bitch she come to me, I put the shake in her knees
I give her wood like doggie, I put them kids in her teeth
I tell her quit the barking, or it's the end of the treats
Yeah I'm rollin' I'm smokin' and people hit me up
Like bro let me get two O's, a quarter, and a dub
Man cut me some deals, I can't afford no lunch
Too bad you gotta quit smokin' lil bitch you f*ckin' dumb
Now hand over that dough, yeah bro I need that
I swear wherever I go, you gon find me strapped
Damn right the clip's loaded, and the weeds packed
Now hoe drop down on all fours, and throw that shit back
I click clock cock the gat
That thing sing ratta-tat-tat-tat
Wrist be Slurpee Icee Freeze
Diamonds gleam peek at that
Hands off or you'll meet that Mac
9mm make ya brain go splat
Mind blowing shit I rap
Hit the loud heart attack
I'm dabbin' I'm rappin' yo girl she grabbin'
All up on my dragon, I'm saggin' I'm baggin'
See me in that drop top wagon
Big taxin' clean waxin' I need that whole package
I don't need to flex, I'm not even braggin'
You be on that dial-up, you be stuck laggin'
I'm the leader of this shit, I'm the straight captain
And ya niggas ain't shit, y'all just straight cappin'
I'm sippin' I'm rippin' I'm flippin' the packs
I really be trippin' in my sack
All I really can do is spit these facts
You a lame bitch, how bout that
She say ya broke, where ya bands at
Hit em with that oh boy, yeah where ya mans at
I'm the realest one that's no cap, people say I can't rap
Well I beg to differ, keep it short and sweet, grab that good liquor
Not gonna stop 'til I get me a whip
Not gonna stop 'til I get me a mil
Stack up the paper I cop me a feel
Smoke on the gas knock off ya heels
Money hungry I'mma get this blue cheese
Moldy bread we still gon eat
I'm not gonna hold you I'm not from the streets
But where I'm from ain't shit to do
Hit a club yeah maybe two, bad bitches yeah I need me three
So high I be seein' four, hurry up and close the door
Keep runnin' 'til I hit the floor
What the f*ck do you stand for
What the f*ck do you stand for
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I'm like whatchu need? I got the dankest of tree
See yo bitch she come to me, I put the shake in her knees
I give her wood like doggie, I put them kids in her teeth
I tell her quit the barking, or it's the end of the treats
Yeah I'm rollin' I'm smokin' and people hit me up
Like bro let me get two O's, a quarter, and a dub
Man cut me some deals, I can't afford no lunch
Too bad you gotta quit smokin' lil bitch you f*ckin' dumb
Now hand over that dough, yeah bro I need that
I swear wherever I go, you gon find me strapped
Damn right the clip's loaded, and the weeds packed
Now hoe drop down on all fours, and throw that shit back
I click clock cock the gat
That thing sing ratta-tat-tat-tat
Wrist be Slurpee Icee Freeze
Diamonds gleam peek at that
Hands off or you'll meet that Mac
9mm make ya brain go splat
Mind blowing shit I rap
Hit the loud heart attack
I'm dabbin' I'm rappin' yo girl she grabbin'
All up on my dragon, I'm saggin' I'm baggin'
See me in that drop top wagon
Big taxin' clean waxin' I need that whole package
I don't need to flex, I'm not even braggin'
You be on that dial-up, you be stuck laggin'
I'm the leader of this shit, I'm the straight captain
And ya niggas ain't shit, y'all just straight cappin'
I'm sippin' I'm rippin' I'm flippin' the packs
I really be trippin' in my sack
All I really can do is spit these facts
You a lame bitch, how bout that
She say ya broke, where ya bands at
Hit em with that oh boy, yeah where ya mans at
I'm the realest one that's no cap, people say I can't rap
Well I beg to differ, keep it short and sweet, grab that good liquor
Not gonna stop 'til I get me a whip
Not gonna stop 'til I get me a mil
Stack up the paper I cop me a feel
Smoke on the gas knock off ya heels
Money hungry I'mma get this blue cheese
Moldy bread we still gon eat
I'm not gonna hold you I'm not from the streets
But where I'm from ain't shit to do
Hit a club yeah maybe two, bad bitches yeah I need me three
So high I be seein' four, hurry up and close the door
Keep runnin' 'til I hit the floor
What the f*ck do you stand for
What the f*ck do you stand for
See yo bitch she come to me, I put the shake in her knees
I give her wood like doggie, I put them kids in her teeth
I tell her quit the barking, or it's the end of the treats
Yeah I'm rollin' I'm smokin' and people hit me up
Like bro let me get two O's, a quarter, and a dub
Man cut me some deals, I can't afford no lunch
Too bad you gotta quit smokin' lil bitch you f*ckin' dumb
Now hand over that dough, yeah bro I need that
I swear wherever I go, you gon find me strapped
Damn right the clip's loaded, and the weeds packed
Now hoe drop down on all fours, and throw that shit back
I click clock cock the gat
That thing sing ratta-tat-tat-tat
Wrist be Slurpee Icee Freeze
Diamonds gleam peek at that
Hands off or you'll meet that Mac
9mm make ya brain go splat
Mind blowing shit I rap
Hit the loud heart attack
I'm dabbin' I'm rappin' yo girl she grabbin'
All up on my dragon, I'm saggin' I'm baggin'
See me in that drop top wagon
Big taxin' clean waxin' I need that whole package
I don't need to flex, I'm not even braggin'
You be on that dial-up, you be stuck laggin'
I'm the leader of this shit, I'm the straight captain
And ya niggas ain't shit, y'all just straight cappin'
I'm sippin' I'm rippin' I'm flippin' the packs
I really be trippin' in my sack
All I really can do is spit these facts
You a lame bitch, how bout that
She say ya broke, where ya bands at
Hit em with that oh boy, yeah where ya mans at
I'm the realest one that's no cap, people say I can't rap
Well I beg to differ, keep it short and sweet, grab that good liquor
Not gonna stop 'til I get me a whip
Not gonna stop 'til I get me a mil
Stack up the paper I cop me a feel
Smoke on the gas knock off ya heels
Money hungry I'mma get this blue cheese
Moldy bread we still gon eat
I'm not gonna hold you I'm not from the streets
But where I'm from ain't shit to do
Hit a club yeah maybe two, bad bitches yeah I need me three
So high I be seein' four, hurry up and close the door
Keep runnin' 'til I hit the floor
What the f*ck do you stand for
What the f*ck do you stand for
Writer: Benjamin Adams, Tristam Davis
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