On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t i/>
It’s time to level up, running them bands up
Triple double on these n#gg#s, get your numbers up
Not with that funny sh#t, you n#gg#s fake as f#ck
Mobbin in Milwaukee, all my n#gg#s buck
When in time, I think I’m Reggie Miler
Got dance moves for days, Mike Jack Thriler
Know your do’s and don’t’s like B. Tiller
Slaying n#gg#s left and right, like I’m Jack the Ripper
b#tches gettin’ real freaky, pulling down my zipper
Ballin, making play out in LA like the Clippers
Level up, you know my flow is always getting sicker
Pulling up from deep, like my first name Jimmer
In VIP, smoking that gas
Asian Piuerto Rican, and Dominicans with #ss
Too many fishy #ss n#gg#s, y’all some bass
Have my slimes run up on you, mob you for that cash
Plug just hit my line, I told him it’s whatever
Smoking some gas, might f#ck around and change the weather
You can catch me in the gym, tryna get better
Finesse you out your hoe, cause she know I get her wetter
Okay, so I’m a switch the flow up
Please control your hoe man, she always actin’ up
Dress game real smooth, I’m always saucin’ up
Boolin’ with my n#gg#s, and you know we cuttin’ up like
Two peas in a pod
Last name Palmer, first name Rod
1-3-5 all you n#gg#s odd
How I’m floating, got me feeling like a God
Lifting big weight, got me feeling strong
Fog your #ss up, like a damn bong
Got me feeling beastly, like King Kong
Kill your #ss off, drop you off in a pond
It’s time to level up, running them bands up
Triple double on these n#gg#s, get your numbers up
Not with that funny sh#t, you n#gg#s fake as f#ck
Mobbin in Milwaukee, all my n#gg#s buck
When in time, I think I’m Reggie Miler
Got dance moves for days, Mike Jack Thriler
Know your do’s and don’t’s like B. Tiller
Slaying n#gg#s left and right, like I’m Jack the Ripper
b#tches gettin’ real freaky, pulling down my zipper
Ballin, making play out in LA like the Clippers
Level up, you know my flow is always getting sicker
Pulling up from deep, like my first name Jimmer
I’m sorry girl, bout your man style kinda wack
30 On The Beat and your boy Rod on the track
Round of applause, shawty make that #ss clap
Keeping up with me, you gon’ get tired take a nap
I’m a Big Guard, standing 6’7”
Black and White J’s no Concord 11’s
My two damn fists be my only choice of weapon
Got your girl at crib tweakin, she part of my collection
I’m on dat sh#t (whoo) I’m on dat sh#t (skrt)
Smoking good loud, you can’t take a hit (Rawr)
Taking off on these hoes like a rocket ship
Any time you wanna make a play, I’m with the sh#ts
Catch me dancing from time to time, f#ckin’ up them hits
Girl moving real smooth, yea she working them hips
2k, Madden, Fifa any competition
Balling on these n#gg#s, I’m a man on a mission
It’s time to level up, running them bands up
Triple double on these n#gg#s, get your numbers up
Not with that funny sh#t, you n#gg#s fake as f#ck
Mobbin in Milwaukee, all my n#gg#s buck
When in time, I think I’m Reggie Miler
Got dance moves for days, Mike Jack Thriler
Know your do’s and don’t’s like B. Tiller
Slaying n#gg#s left and right, like I’m Jack the Ripper
b#tches gettin’ real freaky, pulling down my zipper
Ballin, making play out in LA like the Clippers
Level up, you know my flow is always getting sicker
Pulling up from deep, like my first name Jimmer
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t (whoo)
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t (skrt)
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t (Rawr)
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t (whoo)
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t (skrt)
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t (Rawr)
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat sh#t
On dat sh#t, yea I’m on dat shit
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