Lyrics

Woah! Slayer (Woo) That baddie lil' shortie said she got a new man Now all of a sudden she say she got no man I'm watching my pocket I'm cutting like 4 bands What's up with your hoe when she tell me "Good Morning" (Yeah) I float on the beat I'm really jumping soaring I'm going up everyday, it just be boring (Buh!) I really do wanna I'm finna go for it (Woah) She calling me I can never just ignore it (Woah) On my dick and I don't know why Put you on the ground and we finna shoot from the side Still mad at nigga me and your demise You should know these rappers on my side Tired of niggas they are just a nuisance Already know that's he's not gonna do shit Shut the fuck up because you was talking all that bullshit Shut the fuck up you was talking that bullshit (Yeah, yeah) You wanna talk about me don't be surprised when I speak back No I don't ever want you to come back (You to come back) Want you to come back (You to come back) You can't even take my soul You know I'm blowing her back And I'm finna run up with a bag Telling her "I know that I'm right" Talking like that to me what is you doing I treat the leaders but that really not fair I got the chopper that shit get to boxing You know my baby so why is you fucking I feel like James that's why I like Elon Finna get piled I got a Perc' it's what he on These niggas really my sons with the telekinesis I feel like I'm raised with the Dion I do it better than they do You know that can't nobody fuck with Z-o-k-u! I treat my opps like some art, that we goin feel them While they fuck around and erase you Might as well come up on mars on a space coupe I put that boy in the wood I'ma face you I'm still in villains ain't certified killers You talk down on me they gon shoot if I say too No supersonic I'm just being honest We stay on that lil nigga head like a bonnet (Woo) Aim assist when I'm ripping your shit Niggas would've thought? was fucking robotic We causing anarchy under the streets When we turn that shit up we goin' make it chaotic Diamonds they sit on my neck and my ears I got rocks on my body I'm feeling like Onyx Money keep coming and I tell my brother to leave Cause they keep getting hot at the spot And I feel like Roddy cause I'm getting rich But I also keep me a lil' Glock in a box Body on me it's goin take off your locks Spin around like a CD on your block This nigga got so much holes in his body They would've thought he was a new pair Crocs Come in the car I come up in a vertical She love my verse cause my rapping too lyrical Back in the squad I be up like pedestal Get in the Charlie I'm up like a edible Circle my name and get tossed like a vegetable Rap on these beats and I be like incredible (Woo-woo) I spend a bag on the check correct I shoot a ball hit the neck wet He wanna talk on the gang and the squad (Uh huh) He make that bricks like he text (Brick) Yea making the money they wanna flex (Dead) Yea move with the money I'm too quick One k in my pocket I'm moving like two bricks And I'm making her cum like I got two dicks Shoot like a climber you thought he was climbing I don't want the shawty she taking my money You think that's it's funny I got a pack and it's all in my pocket I dance for her money I gotta get on your shawty she back in the party They know that I'm playing Atari I gotta move like I'm motherfucking G And I walk in that house and she look like a thotty That girl in the car and I'm revving the ritz And you know that I'm going so fast that she falling I'm talking that shit we pull up on the spot We ain't sending location but we got the drugs I'm not making these people that shit is not fly I just got these new diamonds that shit finna shine I know that they finna hate on me Cause really I been going crazy (Yeah) I know that these niggas hate me But I don't got the time for conversations (Yeah!) I told my mama I did it yeah Just to go out and get it yeah I won't find out for my city Money I'm mixing the drink with the Henny I'm more than locals heads up on a penny I said I don't get out of my city I'm finna live these demons is winning me And you know I never let a hater trigger me I'm a rockstar Rockstar Rockstar I ain't doing shit lil' bitch just get into it, come on They gon' get me mad Mad Mad They gon' shoot your mans Mans Mans (Woo) That baddie lil' shortie said she got a new man Now all of the sudden she said she got no man I'm watching my pocket I'm cutting like 4 bands What's with your hoe when she tell me "Good Morning" I float on the beat I'm really jumping soaring I'm going up everyday it just be boring (Buh!) I really do wanna I'm finna go for it She calling me I can never just ignore it (Lawsy, pick up) (Mimo)
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