Everybody wanna spit it like me
Ain’t nobody really spitting them frees
Hands up for the stanzas, geez
Hands up like demands from police
Everybody wanna spit it like me
Ain’t nobody really spitting them frees
Hands up for the stanzas, geez
Hands up like demands from police
Yeah you can run hun
You can run some, ransome
This a kidnapping
Imma hunt em’
Imma devil and i look so handsome, damn son
I spit them foul lines
I got my shooters shooting threes
I’m switching coke in different whips
When i be moving keys
Low key , i flip kilos
He acting like he know but see snitches see get stitches lilo, see i’m getting animated, i’m bout to lose my sh#t
This sh#t is hypnotic
Nod your hips, pop your hips
Hip hop mother f#cker
This is tip top mother f#cker
This sh#t slap, like chris brown with a flip flop mother f#cker this is hip hop mother f#cker
This is tip top mother f#cker
This sh#t slap, like chris brown with a flip flop mother f#cker
All day, yeah
I been flipping keys of cocaine like it’s nothing
Since i woke up in the game, b#tch
Yeah, i made a lot of money
But you know that i’mma always stay the same
With the sh#ts, god damn
Counting up a million made a quarter in a week off the pounds and the bricks like el, chapo if you want it, then i got it
Yeah i’m never gon’ quit, yeah
Everybody wanna spit it like me
Ain’t nobody really spitting them frees
Hands up for the stanzas, geez
Hands up like demands from police
Everybody wanna spit it like me
Ain’t nobody really spitting them frees
Hands up for the stanzas, geez
Hands up like demands from police
And i tick tock like kesha
That’s toxic, if you spit it back
Dyslexic m#th*rf#ck*r, im hot sh#t
Icu, no emt
I mean if you see like i do then you’d be tripping dmt
Everybody wanna spit it like me
Ain’t nobody really spitting them frees
Hands up for the stanzas, geez
Hands up like demands from police
I spit them foul lines
I got my shooters shooting threes
I’m switching coke in different whips
When i be moving keys
Hip hop mother f#cker
This is tip top mother f#cker
This sh#t slap, like chris brown with a flip flop mother f#cker this is hip hop mother f#cker
This is tip top mother f#cker
This sh#t slap, like chris brown with a flip flop mother f#cker
All day, yeah
I been flipping keys of cocaine like it’s nothing
Since i woke up in the game, b#tch
Yeah, i made a lot of money
But you know that i’mma always stay the same
With the sh#ts, god damn
Counting up a million made a quarter in a week off the pounds and the bricks like el, chapo if you want it, then i got it
Yeah i’m never gon’ quit, yeah
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