〈hook〉
I’m a cool dude, but i’m tired of you
Back the f#ck up away from me, boy before i start to shoot
I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got about a couple of rounds
And i’ma use them m#th*rf#ck*rs if you don’t sit your #ss down
〈verse 1〉
O-k, l-a, h-o, m-a
Understand where you at
We don’t play that knick-knack
We hit you with that paddywhack and leave your #ss on yo back, boy
You f#ckin’ with the right one, n#gg#
Gon’ make me mad, gon’ pull the trigger
Hold up, come back, i forgot to tip her
Rainin’ bullets on you like you a stripper
Yo b#tch mad, she want the dick
Unzip, put it in her mouth, then i can’t quit
Jumped in my whip, bounced on a b#tch
She called my cell phone and told me i wasn’t sh#t
I’m swervin’ hard like skrrt
I’m swеrvin’ hard like skrrt
On the inbound, bass real loud, n#gg# can’t bе found smokin’ on a pound
Covered in a cloud, thunder go pow, hit that b#tch hard then i pass out
My money legit, no counterfeit, i’m just out buyin’ expensive sh#t woah
I’m swervin’ hard like skrrt
I’m swervin’ hard like skrrt
I ain’t flipped a brick, i bought a brick, smoked all that sh#t, had my #ss lit woah
〈hook〉
I’m a cool dude, but i’m tired of you
Back the f#ck up away from me, boy before i start to shoot
I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got about a couple of rounds
And i’ma use them m#th*rf#ck*rs if you don’t sit your #ss down
I’m a cool dude, but i’m tired of you
Back the f#ck up away from me, boy before i start to shoot
I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got about a couple of rounds
And i’ma use them m#th*rf#ck*rs if you don’t sit your #ss down
〈refrain〉
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
〈pre-verse〉
O-b-i-j, yeah that’s my name
Yo b#tch gone, that’s me to blame
Got something heavy, go bang-bang
Keep your two cents, can’t afford my fame
〈refrain〉
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
〈verse 2〉
That boy mad, he threw a fit
I flossed on his #ss then walked out with his b#tch
That boy slipped, bust up his lip
I drove off in my candy-painted whip
Youngin called my mobile phone talkin’ big boy sh#t, al capone
Went in his house like “home alone”
Had his b#tch #ss singin’ all my songs
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
They talkin’ sh#t, ride on ’em
I know he didn’t pull out a bat
I’ma blow his #ss right off the map
This b#tch n#gg# start walkin’ back
I think i smell a puddy cat
〈hook/outro〉
I’m a cool dude, but i’m tired of you
Back the f#ck up away from me, boy before i start to shoot
I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got about a couple of rounds
And i’ma use them m#th*rf#ck*rs if you don’t sit your #ss down
I’m a cool dude, but i’m tired of you
Back the f#ck up away from me, boy before i start to shoot
I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got about a couple of rounds
And i’ma use them m#th*rf#ck*rs if you don’t sit your #ss down〈hook〉
I’m a cool dude, but i’m tired of you
Back the f#ck up away from me, boy before i start to shoot
I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got about a couple of rounds
And i’ma use them m#th*rf#ck*rs if you don’t sit your #ss down
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