F*ck that shit up Dre
No No
No No No No No
No No No No No No No
Blat Shya!
Lighting on that boy head now he gotta die
I swear on my life ima send that boy right up to god
Ima just talk to the Devil, he ain't leaving nun alive
And i know i am a rebel ima just do what i want
Peak through the window, step through the big door
Hoe on my phone i don't know what she here for
Do you got my back? I question that shit though
This nigga tell lies i know that he'll big foe
You wanna try I? I know niggas big fold
Niggas say that i ain't gang
Then proceed to talk on the net, and post on name
He talkin bout he got some flame
But do he not know niggas change?
I've done it way better than you, get that lil shit through your lil brain
I'm done speaking on the lil fakes
I don't really get why they sayin
Like all of these things
These niggas they must want the fame
Now lil boy just stay in your lane
If you try to speak speak down on my name just remember who giving that pain
Like how long you really just hate?
Talk on the net cause you lame
I could probably take your chain
But you ain't even got a lil chain
So talk to me when you got bank
Now watch me as I go insane
Ill break your shit just like a pane
Don't talk that to me you'll get stained
I ride with the 32. ride with the tank
And I ride with your bitch in the two seat all day
And I take her to my crib i know that she clap
And she breaking that fast and she dropping that ass
She all over me she wanna shake ass
She paying, uh, me for the head I'm all that
And look at the crystals that's all in my head
And look at the diamonds that's all on my wrist
I just thinking bout 'I'm rich then a bitch'
With all of these broke niggas all on my dick
I'm making the racks to the stacks
You work at Panera you mad, ima go get some banana bread
He watching the enemy he think he envy
And I know that I got what he want he can see me
He can come try this shit nigga finna get real sticky
Got the Cosmo & Wanda I'll pop you like Vicky
That Number Nine nigga I feel like I'm Mickey
Now I can not lie I'm my god I cant see me
And I be pushing the Audi I feel like I'm beasty
I just be spitting my rhymes nigga know that its easy
Ima just shout out my bitch cause she was from Belizey
With the laser on you chest and it get you real wheezy
If you want quack It like you duck then well squeeze you like wheezy
And you just sweet as some chocolate I call you my Reeses
If you want to step up to test me ill turn you to Peecies
And the Kriss Vector got coolant it feel like a PC
And i just ride with an Uzi I ain't talking vertical
Why you ain't test me nigga you'll get murdered though
Why you ain't catch me nigga you is slozzy though
Why you ain't @ me nigga you is scary though
Why you ain't play me nigga you off Addy though
I ain't got me no bitches i got me some baddies though
Where the f*ck is this nigga Stik?
He ain't got no stick & his name is mufukin stick
At least I just got me a Tec, you can talk all that "T-E-C"
Nigga come and get ripped
Cause I promise you nigga you can not out rap
And I promise you boy, you ain't gone send the @s
And I promise you boy that you just gone get smacked
Tried keeping it private but you ain't want that
Can try to clown me but you failed just at that
And if you want more proof nigga look at my stats (ahahaaa)
And we just shoot out the roof nigga aiming at that
And I'm just right in the boof and this off of my hat
I don't gotta write, i just gotta spit
And this nigga got spite, f*ck what he said
We just pour up the sprite, boy sipping Act
Five bands in a day, five star the stacks
The blick in my hand, the racks in my lap
Suke that nigga, he is on that
And Quatro that nigga he banging stats
I do this in sleep, you couldn't do this in rap
I'm just tired of these niggas that's talking all that
And when you ask for the addy these niggas all cap
Cause I'm way too consistent these niggas ain't near me
And I know damn well that these niggas can hear me
F*ck giving God the wheel nigga I can just steer me
And I'm sorry for this cause I know that you fear me
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F*ck that shit up Dre
No No
No No No No No
No No No No No No No
Blat Shya!
Lighting on that boy head now he gotta die
I swear on my life ima send that boy right up to god
Ima just talk to the Devil, he ain't leaving nun alive
And i know i am a rebel ima just do what i want
Peak through the window, step through the big door
Hoe on my phone i don't know what she here for
Do you got my back? I question that shit though
This nigga tell lies i know that he'll big foe
You wanna try I? I know niggas big fold
Niggas say that i ain't gang
Then proceed to talk on the net, and post on name
He talkin bout he got some flame
But do he not know niggas change?
I've done it way better than you, get that lil shit through your lil brain
I'm done speaking on the lil fakes
I don't really get why they sayin
Like all of these things
These niggas they must want the fame
Now lil boy just stay in your lane
If you try to speak speak down on my name just remember who giving that pain
Like how long you really just hate?
Talk on the net cause you lame
I could probably take your chain
But you ain't even got a lil chain
So talk to me when you got bank
Now watch me as I go insane
Ill break your shit just like a pane
Don't talk that to me you'll get stained
I ride with the 32. ride with the tank
And I ride with your bitch in the two seat all day
And I take her to my crib i know that she clap
And she breaking that fast and she dropping that ass
She all over me she wanna shake ass
She paying, uh, me for the head I'm all that
And look at the crystals that's all in my head
And look at the diamonds that's all on my wrist
I just thinking bout 'I'm rich then a bitch'
With all of these broke niggas all on my dick
I'm making the racks to the stacks
You work at Panera you mad, ima go get some banana bread
He watching the enemy he think he envy
And I know that I got what he want he can see me
He can come try this shit nigga finna get real sticky
Got the Cosmo & Wanda I'll pop you like Vicky
That Number Nine nigga I feel like I'm Mickey
Now I can not lie I'm my god I cant see me
And I be pushing the Audi I feel like I'm beasty
I just be spitting my rhymes nigga know that its easy
Ima just shout out my bitch cause she was from Belizey
With the laser on you chest and it get you real wheezy
If you want quack It like you duck then well squeeze you like wheezy
And you just sweet as some chocolate I call you my Reeses
If you want to step up to test me ill turn you to Peecies
And the Kriss Vector got coolant it feel like a PC
And i just ride with an Uzi I ain't talking vertical
Why you ain't test me nigga you'll get murdered though
Why you ain't catch me nigga you is slozzy though
Why you ain't @ me nigga you is scary though
Why you ain't play me nigga you off Addy though
I ain't got me no bitches i got me some baddies though
Where the f*ck is this nigga Stik?
He ain't got no stick & his name is mufukin stick
At least I just got me a Tec, you can talk all that "T-E-C"
Nigga come and get ripped
Cause I promise you nigga you can not out rap
And I promise you boy, you ain't gone send the @s
And I promise you boy that you just gone get smacked
Tried keeping it private but you ain't want that
Can try to clown me but you failed just at that
And if you want more proof nigga look at my stats (ahahaaa)
And we just shoot out the roof nigga aiming at that
And I'm just right in the boof and this off of my hat
I don't gotta write, i just gotta spit
And this nigga got spite, f*ck what he said
We just pour up the sprite, boy sipping Act
Five bands in a day, five star the stacks
The blick in my hand, the racks in my lap
Suke that nigga, he is on that
And Quatro that nigga he banging stats
I do this in sleep, you couldn't do this in rap
I'm just tired of these niggas that's talking all that
And when you ask for the addy these niggas all cap
Cause I'm way too consistent these niggas ain't near me
And I know damn well that these niggas can hear me
F*ck giving God the wheel nigga I can just steer me
And I'm sorry for this cause I know that you fear me
No No
No No No No No
No No No No No No No
Blat Shya!
Lighting on that boy head now he gotta die
I swear on my life ima send that boy right up to god
Ima just talk to the Devil, he ain't leaving nun alive
And i know i am a rebel ima just do what i want
Peak through the window, step through the big door
Hoe on my phone i don't know what she here for
Do you got my back? I question that shit though
This nigga tell lies i know that he'll big foe
You wanna try I? I know niggas big fold
Niggas say that i ain't gang
Then proceed to talk on the net, and post on name
He talkin bout he got some flame
But do he not know niggas change?
I've done it way better than you, get that lil shit through your lil brain
I'm done speaking on the lil fakes
I don't really get why they sayin
Like all of these things
These niggas they must want the fame
Now lil boy just stay in your lane
If you try to speak speak down on my name just remember who giving that pain
Like how long you really just hate?
Talk on the net cause you lame
I could probably take your chain
But you ain't even got a lil chain
So talk to me when you got bank
Now watch me as I go insane
Ill break your shit just like a pane
Don't talk that to me you'll get stained
I ride with the 32. ride with the tank
And I ride with your bitch in the two seat all day
And I take her to my crib i know that she clap
And she breaking that fast and she dropping that ass
She all over me she wanna shake ass
She paying, uh, me for the head I'm all that
And look at the crystals that's all in my head
And look at the diamonds that's all on my wrist
I just thinking bout 'I'm rich then a bitch'
With all of these broke niggas all on my dick
I'm making the racks to the stacks
You work at Panera you mad, ima go get some banana bread
He watching the enemy he think he envy
And I know that I got what he want he can see me
He can come try this shit nigga finna get real sticky
Got the Cosmo & Wanda I'll pop you like Vicky
That Number Nine nigga I feel like I'm Mickey
Now I can not lie I'm my god I cant see me
And I be pushing the Audi I feel like I'm beasty
I just be spitting my rhymes nigga know that its easy
Ima just shout out my bitch cause she was from Belizey
With the laser on you chest and it get you real wheezy
If you want quack It like you duck then well squeeze you like wheezy
And you just sweet as some chocolate I call you my Reeses
If you want to step up to test me ill turn you to Peecies
And the Kriss Vector got coolant it feel like a PC
And i just ride with an Uzi I ain't talking vertical
Why you ain't test me nigga you'll get murdered though
Why you ain't catch me nigga you is slozzy though
Why you ain't @ me nigga you is scary though
Why you ain't play me nigga you off Addy though
I ain't got me no bitches i got me some baddies though
Where the f*ck is this nigga Stik?
He ain't got no stick & his name is mufukin stick
At least I just got me a Tec, you can talk all that "T-E-C"
Nigga come and get ripped
Cause I promise you nigga you can not out rap
And I promise you boy, you ain't gone send the @s
And I promise you boy that you just gone get smacked
Tried keeping it private but you ain't want that
Can try to clown me but you failed just at that
And if you want more proof nigga look at my stats (ahahaaa)
And we just shoot out the roof nigga aiming at that
And I'm just right in the boof and this off of my hat
I don't gotta write, i just gotta spit
And this nigga got spite, f*ck what he said
We just pour up the sprite, boy sipping Act
Five bands in a day, five star the stacks
The blick in my hand, the racks in my lap
Suke that nigga, he is on that
And Quatro that nigga he banging stats
I do this in sleep, you couldn't do this in rap
I'm just tired of these niggas that's talking all that
And when you ask for the addy these niggas all cap
Cause I'm way too consistent these niggas ain't near me
And I know damn well that these niggas can hear me
F*ck giving God the wheel nigga I can just steer me
And I'm sorry for this cause I know that you fear me
Writer: Cameron Maxwell
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