Sega++
Hoe it's me, I'm just cruisin with my brethren
Ian Tay-K, but I'm bussin MAC-11
You fucked up, Ima hit you like a target
Don't play with me end up missing on a carton
You a pussy, you be talkin like these bitches
Cut yo head off, leave you lookin like a chicken
Boy I got clout, you can see all my ambition
But you ain't nothin, light your house up like it's Christmas
I don't whether it's Rello or Clashus
Met this lil nigga in classes
Smokin and gassin good gas
Thats our passion
Saw Lil Rello had a passion for rappin
THEN!
Hopped on the instrumental
Ball on a cheap hoe
Ball like a free throw
Shout out Migo out in Whisper Lake
He'll cut yo hair and serve you a kilo
You bout as a real as a Migo
Shout that boy Lil Nino
My people out there on the east side, they may run into C Bino
Brother in Baton Rouge sino's
She singin c notes for c notes
My niggas be crippin them blue notes
While i know a couple niggas Who'll wipe your nose
You can never never wipe my soul
You can never never tell me no
Bbbbbbb cha ching (wait)
Stacking the bread, unlimited flour hoe
(Aye who that nigga right there)
If I don't know em, i'll blast em right through the door
Ok I lost 30 hoes, ian got em dawg
Ian Tay-K, but I'm bussin MAC-11
You fucked up, Ima hit you like a target
Don't play with me end up missing on a carton
You a pussy, you be talkin like these bitches
Cut yo head off, leave you lookin like a chicken
Boy I got clout, you can see all my ambition
But you ain't nothin, light your house up like it's Christmas
I don't whether it's Rello or Clashus
Met this lil nigga in classes
Smokin and gassin good gas
Thats our passion
Saw Lil Rello had a passion for rappin
THEN!
Hopped on the instrumental
Ball on a cheap hoe
Ball like a free throw
Shout out Migo out in Whisper Lake
He'll cut yo hair and serve you a kilo
You bout as a real as a Migo
Shout that boy Lil Nino
My people out there on the east side, they may run into C Bino
Brother in Baton Rouge sino's
She singin c notes for c notes
My niggas be crippin them blue notes
While i know a couple niggas Who'll wipe your nose
You can never never wipe my soul
You can never never tell me no
Bbbbbbb cha ching (wait)
Stacking the bread, unlimited flour hoe
(Aye who that nigga right there)
If I don't know em, i'll blast em right through the door
Ok I lost 30 hoes, ian got em dawg
Credits
Writer(s): Rossaford Bennett Ii
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