Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
Tryna throw a three-peat
Know these niggas stink, yeah, a walkin' feces
Pour me up a drink, got me feelin' E.T
Money for the rain, you know you wanna be me
Building going BANG, when I'm on this damn beat
I'm always in the grind, gotta feed the family
I grew up in the mines, I rock diamonds on my teeth
Yeah, she know that she a freak
Got me spendin' all my money like my shit's a grown tree
Yah my money talk, know it gotta say a lot
Watch me milly rock, all around your f*ckin' block
I ain't gotta say no name, shh, keep it locked
I'ma go out with a bang if I see a opp
Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
We on another episode of why these f*ck niggas so angry
Then it hit me and I realized these f*ck niggas can't obtain me
They hearin' shit and mirror shit, I guess they post for entertainment
But I inspire people, that's what I expect, so I don't blame you
Seein' today's world, we critters, let's see who one more realer
It's easy to say, but if you can't be sweet, no more so bitter
I lower my pride, became a man and hit my filter
But don't get it twisted, nigga this CDG, I still got hittas
You talk my crashin' out call me on FaceTime
I love all of my people, so I don't play about mine
I talk to God about sins, I hope he wish me well
Don't let him boost your head, cause I might crash out myself
Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
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Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
Tryna throw a three-peat
Know these niggas stink, yeah, a walkin' feces
Pour me up a drink, got me feelin' E.T
Money for the rain, you know you wanna be me
Building going BANG, when I'm on this damn beat
I'm always in the grind, gotta feed the family
I grew up in the mines, I rock diamonds on my teeth
Yeah, she know that she a freak
Got me spendin' all my money like my shit's a grown tree
Yah my money talk, know it gotta say a lot
Watch me milly rock, all around your f*ckin' block
I ain't gotta say no name, shh, keep it locked
I'ma go out with a bang if I see a opp
Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
We on another episode of why these f*ck niggas so angry
Then it hit me and I realized these f*ck niggas can't obtain me
They hearin' shit and mirror shit, I guess they post for entertainment
But I inspire people, that's what I expect, so I don't blame you
Seein' today's world, we critters, let's see who one more realer
It's easy to say, but if you can't be sweet, no more so bitter
I lower my pride, became a man and hit my filter
But don't get it twisted, nigga this CDG, I still got hittas
You talk my crashin' out call me on FaceTime
I love all of my people, so I don't play about mine
I talk to God about sins, I hope he wish me well
Don't let him boost your head, cause I might crash out myself
Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
Tryna throw a three-peat
Know these niggas stink, yeah, a walkin' feces
Pour me up a drink, got me feelin' E.T
Money for the rain, you know you wanna be me
Building going BANG, when I'm on this damn beat
I'm always in the grind, gotta feed the family
I grew up in the mines, I rock diamonds on my teeth
Yeah, she know that she a freak
Got me spendin' all my money like my shit's a grown tree
Yah my money talk, know it gotta say a lot
Watch me milly rock, all around your f*ckin' block
I ain't gotta say no name, shh, keep it locked
I'ma go out with a bang if I see a opp
Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
We on another episode of why these f*ck niggas so angry
Then it hit me and I realized these f*ck niggas can't obtain me
They hearin' shit and mirror shit, I guess they post for entertainment
But I inspire people, that's what I expect, so I don't blame you
Seein' today's world, we critters, let's see who one more realer
It's easy to say, but if you can't be sweet, no more so bitter
I lower my pride, became a man and hit my filter
But don't get it twisted, nigga this CDG, I still got hittas
You talk my crashin' out call me on FaceTime
I love all of my people, so I don't play about mine
I talk to God about sins, I hope he wish me well
Don't let him boost your head, cause I might crash out myself
Ayy, ayy, finna spaz out
Let me beat it up, make a her tap out
Need a hundred for the show, bring the racks out
I don't need to strike a pose to make them pass out
Mm, mm, blow that back out
He be smokin' different strands from the black out
Feelin' out the body, know I'm in my bag now
I'm a opposition watch, never back down
Writer: Gregory Penn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid