Lyrics

Bitch we is not the same Niggas love to say that I switch but I'm not no game Niggas steady posted up with Glocks but don't got no aim Niggas steady shooting up zero just like they dame Well, if they make it if they don't, they don't got no fame The way I've been biting on these beats, I got lion fangs Name another artist, walking on 'em with broken veins Couldn't even use my fucking arms but they still got slain Leave an arrow straight up in your head nigga call you Ang If you fuck around, we could split shout out my vein I could really show you skill without the crane Young bitchy nigga, yeah, you lame hop out my lane Still tryna to figure who the fuck, replace me bitch Even if I fall off they'll tape me bitch I'm Superman in the studio making super hits This my shit hits hard, like a Shawn Michaels super kick Damn, I've been raining down some fire like volcano spit Hands what I'm throwing at a nigga, if I'm really pissed Bands what I'm throwing at a bitch, if she hella thick Stand 'cause I'm ten toes down 'cause I'll never trip Bitch look we is not the same Niggas love to say that I switch but I'm not no game Niggas steady posted up with Glocks but don't got no aim Niggas steady shooting up zero just like they dame Died four times still sur—huh listen, listen Died four times still sur—fuck, yeah Died four times still survived, I can't be slain Death can't even attain, I can't be claimed Basically I'm saying I'ma reign until my flames stop (Call her, bring that shit back, yeah) Basically I'm saying I'ma reign until my flames stop Or if they drop like a banzai plane Bitch, don't ever use my name and put in vain Bitch, I can only cook at night feel like Bruce Wayne I'm the one in million, make you bop like Doctor Strange Chilling in my red forces, bitch, call me red cocaine I call money chicken through it in air, now I'm raising canes Portrait picture put me on the wall only time we'll hang I'm lethal bull maybe even wolf call me Loul Deng I said fuck a school, nigga, fuck a tool I'ma be a king They said wait, nigga hold on it'll be harder I said I'ma dunk up on these niggas like I'm Vince Carter And if I miss I'm spinning back just like I'm Ant Tarver Most of all these niggas just be cap, just like they Steven Rodger's I hope you got it get me, always shouting out my city Always disappearing on these niggas like a gov stimmy Middle finger to any nigga that think he's fucking with me I'm a demigod in the studio Apollo with me Put some bleach straight up in his soul he got a hollow in 'em I'm lucky number seven on this beat. I got a lotto with me The way I'm brawling beats, you might think I have a bottle with me Hop on beats like bad cars, what they got I'm too shifty Look, bitch we is not the same I went and told you three times and still that shit won't change Niggas steady posted up with Glocks but don't got no aim But if they hit me then I guess there Danny Ainge No offense but nigga Ion feel no pain, Green Wok straight up on my shit Green Wok straight up on my, ahh Green wok straight up on my shirt, swear I feel like bane Money in my little hand, flexing with Marlon Wayons Never said I was the main but I am the mane Lyrics coming fast of the head, got an AI brain Even flash thinks I'm fast, I'm too insane
Writer(s): Quincy Delhomme Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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