Intro
Party Like a Rockstar ducking dodging the cop car
Pussy niggas pop shit till shit start to pop off
I ain't never ran
I'll never fold
Niggas cooperate with 12
I ain't never Told
Keep it real with my niggas Kept it real with these bitches Fans counting my makes
These haters counting my misses
But I'm a ball I'm a ball I'm a ball bitch
Wizard with this shit and that's word to John Wall bitch
I'm a star bitch
See these rocks hoe
Got the game on lock Fort Knox hoe
Pardon my level up
Feeling incredible
Shitin from the top screaming fuck Corporate America
No politicians just trying to get it it's Meal Time
Rookie of the Year and I ain't even got a deal sign
Rocks all in my ear and I ain't never whipped up the soda
Your favorite rapper jelly flow sicker than the Ebola
Your girl say she a fan and she's dying for a meet and greet
All up in her mouth like a Nigga practice Dentistry
Bet she remember that
Night full of memories
I treated her like art and her body was a masterpiece
What a catastrophe
You ain't even know
I gave it to her she gave it back that's a give and go
Down for the come up got my gun up
If you really want some smoke then tell them pussy niggas run up
Pussy niggas pop shit till shit start to pop off
I ain't never ran
I'll never fold
Niggas cooperate with 12
I ain't never Told
Keep it real with my niggas Kept it real with these bitches Fans counting my makes
These haters counting my misses
But I'm a ball I'm a ball I'm a ball bitch
Wizard with this shit and that's word to John Wall bitch
I'm a star bitch
See these rocks hoe
Got the game on lock Fort Knox hoe
Pardon my level up
Feeling incredible
Shitin from the top screaming fuck Corporate America
No politicians just trying to get it it's Meal Time
Rookie of the Year and I ain't even got a deal sign
Rocks all in my ear and I ain't never whipped up the soda
Your favorite rapper jelly flow sicker than the Ebola
Your girl say she a fan and she's dying for a meet and greet
All up in her mouth like a Nigga practice Dentistry
Bet she remember that
Night full of memories
I treated her like art and her body was a masterpiece
What a catastrophe
You ain't even know
I gave it to her she gave it back that's a give and go
Down for the come up got my gun up
If you really want some smoke then tell them pussy niggas run up
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Atkins, Irving Lorenzo, Robin Mays
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