(Ok, just turn it up a little)
Ain't got no sticks like a stray dog
But I pop at your party like confetti the payload
Hop in the rari fictitious as bitches with halos
Top over the flow, these fishes gon' need a sailboat
No stamina, not a game, its a marathon
Every line a seminar upon my f*cking echelon
Upper, eat beats for brunch and for supper
Beat them black and blue 'cause I wear the other colours
Come crunch time, make the song shine, with no summer
Take a hot seat, wearing Japanese creating undercover
We some strikers bearing munitions, like Thomas Muller
Erase your existence like either one of the rubbers (Oh damn)
Parade your weak shit I'm offended
You're in attendance of a ten a fact I tend to mention
Is that he sends for a sentence every single sentence
Smack this shit senseless, its in my best interests
Stuck in your head like a clotted carotid
F*ck it I shout myself out like I'm Khaled
Krish, bitch I'm a beast, k to the I to the n to the g
Bars are the ultimate testament to the Old Testament
Look in the mirror, God did it, your shits heresy
Oh Lord
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
(Mum said its my turn on the Xbox
Ay Harry, get on the track still
Nah g, I'm kinda busy you know)
Nah, nah man, give us, give us an 8, you're here, you're here
Nah this weed, this weed is hella good, you know what I'm saying
Allow, allow, give us some bars , give us some bars
Aight, say nothing let me get them now)
Gucci Shoes (Uh) Louis Shirt (Louis)
Don't wear a grill cuh it make my teeth hurt (Dentist)
Gwap magnet, we make the jezzys turn (Ching ching)
But don't sip lean (Why) it make my stummy burn
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
Oh Lord
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
Oh Lord
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(Ok, just turn it up a little)
Ain't got no sticks like a stray dog
But I pop at your party like confetti the payload
Hop in the rari fictitious as bitches with halos
Top over the flow, these fishes gon' need a sailboat
No stamina, not a game, its a marathon
Every line a seminar upon my f*cking echelon
Upper, eat beats for brunch and for supper
Beat them black and blue 'cause I wear the other colours
Come crunch time, make the song shine, with no summer
Take a hot seat, wearing Japanese creating undercover
We some strikers bearing munitions, like Thomas Muller
Erase your existence like either one of the rubbers (Oh damn)
Parade your weak shit I'm offended
You're in attendance of a ten a fact I tend to mention
Is that he sends for a sentence every single sentence
Smack this shit senseless, its in my best interests
Stuck in your head like a clotted carotid
F*ck it I shout myself out like I'm Khaled
Krish, bitch I'm a beast, k to the I to the n to the g
Bars are the ultimate testament to the Old Testament
Look in the mirror, God did it, your shits heresy
Oh Lord
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
(Mum said its my turn on the Xbox
Ay Harry, get on the track still
Nah g, I'm kinda busy you know)
Nah, nah man, give us, give us an 8, you're here, you're here
Nah this weed, this weed is hella good, you know what I'm saying
Allow, allow, give us some bars , give us some bars
Aight, say nothing let me get them now)
Gucci Shoes (Uh) Louis Shirt (Louis)
Don't wear a grill cuh it make my teeth hurt (Dentist)
Gwap magnet, we make the jezzys turn (Ching ching)
But don't sip lean (Why) it make my stummy burn
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
Oh Lord
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
Oh Lord
Ain't got no sticks like a stray dog
But I pop at your party like confetti the payload
Hop in the rari fictitious as bitches with halos
Top over the flow, these fishes gon' need a sailboat
No stamina, not a game, its a marathon
Every line a seminar upon my f*cking echelon
Upper, eat beats for brunch and for supper
Beat them black and blue 'cause I wear the other colours
Come crunch time, make the song shine, with no summer
Take a hot seat, wearing Japanese creating undercover
We some strikers bearing munitions, like Thomas Muller
Erase your existence like either one of the rubbers (Oh damn)
Parade your weak shit I'm offended
You're in attendance of a ten a fact I tend to mention
Is that he sends for a sentence every single sentence
Smack this shit senseless, its in my best interests
Stuck in your head like a clotted carotid
F*ck it I shout myself out like I'm Khaled
Krish, bitch I'm a beast, k to the I to the n to the g
Bars are the ultimate testament to the Old Testament
Look in the mirror, God did it, your shits heresy
Oh Lord
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
(Mum said its my turn on the Xbox
Ay Harry, get on the track still
Nah g, I'm kinda busy you know)
Nah, nah man, give us, give us an 8, you're here, you're here
Nah this weed, this weed is hella good, you know what I'm saying
Allow, allow, give us some bars , give us some bars
Aight, say nothing let me get them now)
Gucci Shoes (Uh) Louis Shirt (Louis)
Don't wear a grill cuh it make my teeth hurt (Dentist)
Gwap magnet, we make the jezzys turn (Ching ching)
But don't sip lean (Why) it make my stummy burn
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
Oh Lord
We pull up in a stick shift, ball out ballistics, they kicking
Oh Lord
I got a fiscal addiction, no intention tryna fix it
Oh Lord
Break the bank no recession, leave it red like I'm Lenin
Oh Lord
No pressure to weapons, I tell the truth like confession, we get it
Oh Lord
Writer: H Tanner, J Masson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid