Yeah
I ain't did this in a minute nigga
I'm about to just go all the way through nigga
No course or non nigga
Life without a deal in this bitch
D-N-F-B til I D-I-E nigga
I'm going back to the basics on you motherf*ckers
Back to the basics
Aye, Mag, Magic Johnson on the blade, how I'm passing rock
Shoot you in the face, now you're Thor off of Ragnarok
And I got the hammer from Asgard
When you get to heaven, you can ask God
Why I had to blast Guy, why I did him dirty
Little nigga ran his mouth, so I had to t-shirt him
You ain't even catch that, I said hat to t-shirt him
You don't do it low-key, you're not lurkin
On my toes I never slack off, your bitch on my dick and his jizz
Keep her racks off, I just want your body
You could cut your top half off
For Kap takin a knee, I take my hat off
How these white people still blackball
Shaking my head, don't got a haircut, I'm shaking my dreads
Met her at the bar, went straight to the bed
Knocked her pussy and went straight for the bread
And I'm a dog, I had her shakin her legs
Hit it and quit it, I'm caked up with my bread
Up to me, man, they couldn't measure
A diamond in the rough, that's peer pressure
A thin line between that and pleasure
Givin the game away to you, such a kind gesture
Pockets on Klump, nutty professor
Soakin up game, that's what made me better
Catch me lackin, that'll happen never
If you ain't the fam, then I'll blap whoever
I'm in the game while these niggas in the bleachers
And winning all the time, never failing, Misdemeanor
CB4, rich with it, straight out of low cash
Anti, brazy on the beat, I left a toe tag
You know that, Stevie B still rapping like I'm Rowe Rapp
Rip shit like paper, keep it popping like my old man
Slow down, bro, you is not with the program
Your bitch eyen, don't want her got you, better hold hands
I play with the pussy and I can fight, you ain't got no hands
Keep the Nina close, its like we slow dancin
Throw some hollow tips at your bitch, it's like she pole dancin
When I make your bitch hit the strip, she ain't got no panties
I can make a verse and make a hook and beat the whole family
I be on the inside and they be on the outstandin
Gang banging babies, we ain't have a chance
Easy to fall off if you don't take a stand
Ever since I was a baby, I been the man gangsta
I repped a nine before I turned ten
I'm in the cougars like burnt skin
She sucked the wood and got him heated, yeah, she hurt him
She getting attached and said she want kids
What? Cut her off, how she gon' stay connected with a burnt bridge
I left her winded like a asthmatic
Dope dick, she gotta have it like the crack addicts
And read the streets and check your mathematics
Be careful who you bring to the front with you niggas be ass backwards
How you gon' eat at the table and ain't earn shit
F*ckin' up your whole life and you ain't learnt yet
Take the game over, I got first dibs
Rub me the wrong way and you'll regret it
Like f*ckin' with a burnt bitch
Wrong way, down a one way and I ain't turn shit
I'm wreckin' shit, bitch its goin' down like the sunset
Mind erases to your face, you havin' fun yet
Nigga graduated but I'm still on that dumb shit
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Yeah
I ain't did this in a minute nigga
I'm about to just go all the way through nigga
No course or non nigga
Life without a deal in this bitch
D-N-F-B til I D-I-E nigga
I'm going back to the basics on you motherf*ckers
Back to the basics
Aye, Mag, Magic Johnson on the blade, how I'm passing rock
Shoot you in the face, now you're Thor off of Ragnarok
And I got the hammer from Asgard
When you get to heaven, you can ask God
Why I had to blast Guy, why I did him dirty
Little nigga ran his mouth, so I had to t-shirt him
You ain't even catch that, I said hat to t-shirt him
You don't do it low-key, you're not lurkin
On my toes I never slack off, your bitch on my dick and his jizz
Keep her racks off, I just want your body
You could cut your top half off
For Kap takin a knee, I take my hat off
How these white people still blackball
Shaking my head, don't got a haircut, I'm shaking my dreads
Met her at the bar, went straight to the bed
Knocked her pussy and went straight for the bread
And I'm a dog, I had her shakin her legs
Hit it and quit it, I'm caked up with my bread
Up to me, man, they couldn't measure
A diamond in the rough, that's peer pressure
A thin line between that and pleasure
Givin the game away to you, such a kind gesture
Pockets on Klump, nutty professor
Soakin up game, that's what made me better
Catch me lackin, that'll happen never
If you ain't the fam, then I'll blap whoever
I'm in the game while these niggas in the bleachers
And winning all the time, never failing, Misdemeanor
CB4, rich with it, straight out of low cash
Anti, brazy on the beat, I left a toe tag
You know that, Stevie B still rapping like I'm Rowe Rapp
Rip shit like paper, keep it popping like my old man
Slow down, bro, you is not with the program
Your bitch eyen, don't want her got you, better hold hands
I play with the pussy and I can fight, you ain't got no hands
Keep the Nina close, its like we slow dancin
Throw some hollow tips at your bitch, it's like she pole dancin
When I make your bitch hit the strip, she ain't got no panties
I can make a verse and make a hook and beat the whole family
I be on the inside and they be on the outstandin
Gang banging babies, we ain't have a chance
Easy to fall off if you don't take a stand
Ever since I was a baby, I been the man gangsta
I repped a nine before I turned ten
I'm in the cougars like burnt skin
She sucked the wood and got him heated, yeah, she hurt him
She getting attached and said she want kids
What? Cut her off, how she gon' stay connected with a burnt bridge
I left her winded like a asthmatic
Dope dick, she gotta have it like the crack addicts
And read the streets and check your mathematics
Be careful who you bring to the front with you niggas be ass backwards
How you gon' eat at the table and ain't earn shit
F*ckin' up your whole life and you ain't learnt yet
Take the game over, I got first dibs
Rub me the wrong way and you'll regret it
Like f*ckin' with a burnt bitch
Wrong way, down a one way and I ain't turn shit
I'm wreckin' shit, bitch its goin' down like the sunset
Mind erases to your face, you havin' fun yet
Nigga graduated but I'm still on that dumb shit
I ain't did this in a minute nigga
I'm about to just go all the way through nigga
No course or non nigga
Life without a deal in this bitch
D-N-F-B til I D-I-E nigga
I'm going back to the basics on you motherf*ckers
Back to the basics
Aye, Mag, Magic Johnson on the blade, how I'm passing rock
Shoot you in the face, now you're Thor off of Ragnarok
And I got the hammer from Asgard
When you get to heaven, you can ask God
Why I had to blast Guy, why I did him dirty
Little nigga ran his mouth, so I had to t-shirt him
You ain't even catch that, I said hat to t-shirt him
You don't do it low-key, you're not lurkin
On my toes I never slack off, your bitch on my dick and his jizz
Keep her racks off, I just want your body
You could cut your top half off
For Kap takin a knee, I take my hat off
How these white people still blackball
Shaking my head, don't got a haircut, I'm shaking my dreads
Met her at the bar, went straight to the bed
Knocked her pussy and went straight for the bread
And I'm a dog, I had her shakin her legs
Hit it and quit it, I'm caked up with my bread
Up to me, man, they couldn't measure
A diamond in the rough, that's peer pressure
A thin line between that and pleasure
Givin the game away to you, such a kind gesture
Pockets on Klump, nutty professor
Soakin up game, that's what made me better
Catch me lackin, that'll happen never
If you ain't the fam, then I'll blap whoever
I'm in the game while these niggas in the bleachers
And winning all the time, never failing, Misdemeanor
CB4, rich with it, straight out of low cash
Anti, brazy on the beat, I left a toe tag
You know that, Stevie B still rapping like I'm Rowe Rapp
Rip shit like paper, keep it popping like my old man
Slow down, bro, you is not with the program
Your bitch eyen, don't want her got you, better hold hands
I play with the pussy and I can fight, you ain't got no hands
Keep the Nina close, its like we slow dancin
Throw some hollow tips at your bitch, it's like she pole dancin
When I make your bitch hit the strip, she ain't got no panties
I can make a verse and make a hook and beat the whole family
I be on the inside and they be on the outstandin
Gang banging babies, we ain't have a chance
Easy to fall off if you don't take a stand
Ever since I was a baby, I been the man gangsta
I repped a nine before I turned ten
I'm in the cougars like burnt skin
She sucked the wood and got him heated, yeah, she hurt him
She getting attached and said she want kids
What? Cut her off, how she gon' stay connected with a burnt bridge
I left her winded like a asthmatic
Dope dick, she gotta have it like the crack addicts
And read the streets and check your mathematics
Be careful who you bring to the front with you niggas be ass backwards
How you gon' eat at the table and ain't earn shit
F*ckin' up your whole life and you ain't learnt yet
Take the game over, I got first dibs
Rub me the wrong way and you'll regret it
Like f*ckin' with a burnt bitch
Wrong way, down a one way and I ain't turn shit
I'm wreckin' shit, bitch its goin' down like the sunset
Mind erases to your face, you havin' fun yet
Nigga graduated but I'm still on that dumb shit
Writer: Stephen Rowe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid