If it’s beef we gone turn him into popeyes
Ice in my veins i feel dlo
If we f#ck better keep it on the dlo
Hitting it crazy, she gone hit that c note
Better watch your man he talking real crazy
They ain’t getting no money, they really lazy
This ain’t happen overnight it took patience
I’m a wise man you can call me a mason
Sent him to the hospital he turned into a patient
Old head rappers time is up
Better face it
I’m feeling like drakeo
Yeah i’m rеally impatient
I touchdown in florida
I’m chilling with the haitians
This choppa knock his dreads off look likе caillou
If you ain’t about the bread then i don’t mind you
Ima always be on top yeah you snooze you lose
I’m sipping on syrup mix it with a pint of juice
Your girl said my c#m taste like pineapple juice
If you don’t mind, then baby i don’t mind too
Brodie keep that stick so i don’t gotta fight you
Mama come a lil closer promise won’t bite you
If it’s beef we gone turn him into popeyes
Ice in my veins i feel dlo
If we f#ck better keep it on the dlo
Hitting it crazy, she gone hit that c note
Bands, bands, bands make that booty dance
I’m super fly, like feeling like i’m peter pan
You’re hella fine baby
Ugh you don’t need a man
I’m dripped out everyday yeah lemme do my dance
I’m a star in my city
Wish they could be me
Don’t see no competition, that could beat me
She wanna cuff me
Hold up let me ask siri
I need me a bad b#tch that gone look like riri
Rip kobe but i don’t f#ck with the mambas
If you don’t like me, then go cry to your mama
I’m all about my money don’t care about the drama
Groupies at my shows i think the want some fama
I was 15 hitting licks
Cops and robbers
Went to his hood he said he want no problems
I was too lit never went to prom in high school
Now look at me and look them
Swear it’s all good
If it’s beef we gone turn him into popeyes
Ice in my veins i feel dlo
If we f#ck better keep it on the dlo
Hitting it crazy, she gone hit that c note
Give him a snickers bar he acting real funny
I’m from california it can get grimey
Never been good at math but i be counting racks
Shoutout tupac i be smoking on the pack
Drop a song already know ima do numbers
How you a football player but you gone fumble the bag?
I’m a ceo b#tch i got my own label
I don’t got an og i did it all by myself
If it’s beef we gone turn him into popeyes
Ice in my veins i feel dlo
If we f#ck better keep it on the dlo
Hitting it crazy, she gone hit that c note
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